Learning to live without the mask, the hair, the lie — we are good enough
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.” …
Making friends in our adult years — why is it so hard?
Recently, my husband and I moved cities. Nothing drastic, but on a good day we are now about four hours away from where we once lived. We changed jobs, we changed addresses and we left friends that once took up our weekend plans.
To be honest, I never gave it too much thought regarding the changes in friendships. Or at least the new, long-distanced ones. I was already in a number of them, with my best friends living a ferry ride or a decent drive away.
I am pretty introverted, about 60% of the time. There really isn’t anyone on…
My mind makes memories from moments that matter
Last night I was lying in bed with my husband and dog. We were all situated in a way that allowed us to be touching — but remain comfortable enough to sleep. It was truly like any other night, but the feeling of happiness radiated throughout our bedroom. We were all feeling it, and I knew. There was peace, love and a sense of content.
A, “wow, what a great life,” type of sensation.
The sound of silence filled my heart in a way that is irregular, but familiar enough to recognize. My body relaxed and I knew right away.
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The age of being broke as a joke and learning about finances the wrong way
I rolled over to my alarm the same as every morning. One eye open and an audible groan emerging from my mouth. I grabbed my phone and silenced the alarm, making sure to turn it off. There isn’t much worse than it scaring you 9 minutes later while you’re peacefully drinking your coffee.
My husband was sound asleep as per usual next to me. The man could sleep through a hurricane or through a large horse emerging into the bedroom at full speed. The dog had also chosen to not open her eyes just yet.
All in all, a normal…
My shins aren’t mad about it
Where I currently live, the temperature is finally beginning to get up past 0 degrees on the daily. For the majority of winter, I would wake up an extra ten minutes to head out to the car to scrape off whatever the winter gods had decided to dump on my car that night. Whether it be snow, or honestly worse — the ice. I would do the deed and make my way to work. Cold, annoyed, and counting down the calendar days to summer.
This time last year I was living in Vancouver. I could run the seawall with nothing…
Not always, not even often, but sometimes — I just want to be alone
It was 8 o’clock on a Saturday night and my husband and his friends were all gathered in the living room. They were drinking beers, laughing, and playing games.
It seemed like the ideal way to spend an evening. The type of night that normally, I would be cracking a beer for and joining in on a game of cards. The types of nights that can fill your soul and make you realize how lucky you are to have the life that you do.
However, this particular night my brain was in a different place. …
Is it just me, or is anyone else exhausted?
The other night I awoke to the sound of sirens, each vehicle adding to the worst version of a musical you’ve ever heard. I have never in my life heard that many service vehicles at once and knew that there had to be a fire somewhere close by. I got out of bed and walked to the window, unable to see anything. I got back into bed and wasn’t able to fall asleep for the next couple of hours.
I couldn’t stop worrying about whichever poor person or persons the vehicles were headed to. Were they okay? …
#3 The naps … oh the naps
The last time I visited my parents, I went alone. I spent a couple of days in a time travel machine that took me back to being fourteen, living at home, and not having a care in the world.
It got me thinking. As I laid sprawled out on the couch whilst watching television at 2 pm in the afternoon, with a cup of tea and a bowl of my favorite snacks — why do we ever leave?
Kidding. Don’t worry Mum and Dad. I’m not coming back just yet.
But, there are more than a couple of things that…
The atmosphere of marriage
This week, my husband and I are away from one another for the next five days.
This isn’t long, I understand that. I also know that for us since the pandemic began — we have been attached at the hip whether we like it or not since day one.
We aren’t codependent and we actually prefer to have a lot of alone time for ourselves.
Because of this, we spend a lot of time outside of one another’s presence, while always still being present.
For example, we will both be at home, all.week.long. However, besides eating dinner together and sleeping…
My cursor hovered on the peloton “checkout,” but I couldn’t do it
Like many others, I am getting tired of YouTube workouts. Don’t get me wrong, I see the value in them and enjoy the effort that the users put into them. They have made a huge difference in working out at home since the dreaded year of 2020.
However, if I have to do another air squat in front of my television, I might punch a hole in the wall.
So — again like I others, I started getting antsy about cardio. Normally, I am an avid runner outside. …
Sara Becker
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
