Until I met my husband when I was in my early twenties, I never wanted to have children.
It’s a tale that we have all heard before.
I never had a baby doll or pushed around a stroller. I never had an interest in a family member’s new baby or found myself wanting one of my own. When I played house, I was the “stereotypical career lady”.
I was aware of it, my friends were very aware of it and I just assumed that I would forever be a career-driven type of person who played the aunt card to my…
I grew up a “tomboy”, someone who didn’t wear a lick of makeup until I was about seventeen years old. When we are younger, often we don’t feel the pressure of our appearance until there is a comment, or moment that sticks with us. It usually isn’t just us deciding that one day, we want to change our entire appearance.
Something happens that changes the way you see yourself forever.
For me, someone made a comment about how I was not one of the pretty girls, but “that was okay.” …
My grandparents loved one another more than words can say. This I have no doubt about. They were committed to one another and did things to make the other happy.
They had a routine and a type of marriage that can only be described as old-fashioned, cookie-cutter, and straight out of an old Hollywood movie.
It worked for them and it was beautiful, but it wouldn’t work for me.
My grandmother is caring, attentive and the ultimate wife. …
I loved this! My grandma is literally my favourite person and I miss my grandpa everyday!
I couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't.. should I?
Self-doubt is an evil mistress. She creeps into our brains and whispers to us the words that some of us hear all too often,
“You can’t.”
My entire life I have spent my time being a self-doubter. I doubt things before I even get the chance to experience them. I doubt things during and I doubt things when they are done.
Really, I have so much self-doubt in my entire life, it is astounding that I am capable of enjoying things to their entirety — perhaps I don’t.
When I was young, I doubted…
Ulcerative Colitis has affected me my entire life, yet I have only been aware of it for the last four years.
Since I can remember, I have lived in fear of not being close to a bathroom. Being close to one meant safety and safety meant I could relax.
I would be ridden with anxiety on the off chance that I encountered a situation that resulted in be not being in close proximity to a facility.
New job? Scout out the bathroom. New restaurant? Find it quick. …
I was browsing the Disney + homepage the other day, searching for a show to kill some time on a weekday evening.
Lately, with the discomfort of the pandemic, I often find myself rewatching old animated Disneys that strike a childhood nostalgic cord. It brings you the type of comfort you haven't had since you laid on your parent's couch, covered in a blanket while they cooked you dinner and you had absolutely nowhere else to be.
I was clicking passively and came past Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs.
Now, I’m not too sure about you, but I always…
I thrive in the morning. I am an anomaly, I know this. The morning is my favorite time. I am the most productive and the most stable mentally. The day has promise and I have yet to sink too deep into my brain.
I have five things that I do every morning before work or the day ahead, that make my mornings even more manageable. They may not work for everyone, but for me, they are non-negotiables that I utilize to create an enjoyable morning before the day ahead.
This may sound scream-worthy, but those 30 minutes allow me to…
My name is Sara, and I cannot make decisions to save my life.
This has been an issue since I can remember. I think that it started as a way to people-please.
I figured, hey — if I don’t need to make the decision, the other person can, and then they’ll be happier. It’s essentially a win-win!
This translated to others believing I was, “chill,” and “easy-going.”
Now — I do think I am these things. Most days.
But, other days, I think myself to be over-sensitive and someone who feels everything a little bit too profoundly.
My very good…
I am happily (most days, we’re human) married to a man who like many, could not care less about Valentine’s Day. I can’t give him any grief because, why should he?
The holiday does seem comical. Cupid, the ever-present hearts, the media presence of it all, and the endless Hallmark cards.
It is ridiculous, I agree. Especially if you’re waiting for a single day to feel loved and appreciated in your relationship. You deserve that 365.
But, I love holidays. Shamelessly. I love them all.
So, today, I will be self-romancing myself.
One, because I am on call and we…
Anesthesia, Weekend Beers, UC... That sums me up, now I’ll write about anything. Writer for You, Me & My Dog. https://www.buymeacoffee.com/sarabecker