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Book Hoarder to Anti-Tsundoku
Tsundoku: a Japanese phrase, meaning to buy or acquire reading materials and allowing them to pile up, unread. I haven’t been shy on my website about my struggles with anxiety and impulse control, but today I wanted to narrow it down to perhaps my greatest vice, and how I am finally—-finally—-overcoming it. I am a bookworm in every sense…
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My Life with Two Faces
The photo at the beginning of this post was taken back in 2015. At the time, there were two distinct Saras: the one who was always made up with eyeshadow, mascara, winged eyeliner so sharp it could kill a man, her hair perfectly in place. There was also the Sara I never let anyone see, aside from a few…
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To the Girl I Was: I’m Sorry
Dear Former-Little Me: I am sorry. I am sorry I grew up to be someone who thought about the opinions of others a little too often. I am sorry for the times I turned my head and choked on my tongue because it was easier than speaking my heart and risking the backlash. You were so bright. Like the…
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Why I Needed to Let Go (Shopping Addiction)
On this blog, I have written several articles about being, as I put it, a “Half-Assed” minimalist. And, while I have briefly touched on some of my background, I didn’t really get into the meat of the issue. I am doing that today. It will be uncomfortable, but if I can help even one person, it will be worth…
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Hush. Rest.
No one could accuse me of lacking a work ethic, but I also greatly enjoy my down time. Recently, events in my life have, as they say, “lit a fire” under my butt, and I have moved into action in a way similar to a bull barreling down a hill. This happens to me occasionally, when I have decided…
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Thoughts on a Tuesday: Ego
“Not everything is about you.” I tell myself, cursing the person in front of me, who is keeping their car a firm ten miles below the speed limit, at least. They seem to be overly cautious, I want to get home quickly, and our conflict of interest has left me feeling like they’re doing it on purpose. Ego is,…
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Guilty Pleasures: A Poem
There’s no limit to the measures One will take for their guilty pleasures I say to myself, and duck behind shelves The store is empty; I have it all to myself Thoughtfully, I run my hands over the wares One eye remains alert, I know I’ll get stares If anyone sees what I’m about to perform But the temptation’s…
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Items That Add Value to My Life
This is part of my Half-Assed Minimalism series, in which I share tips that have helped me curb my shopping addiction. I believe in not being bossy or preachy, but rather giving people the tools to take steps to improve their lives. I hope you will join me, and be inspired to find your own ways of embracing minimalism,…
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There’s something I want you to know, and I hope you’ll remember it. It doesn’t matter if you think you’re “good” at art, as long as you create. As children, we are all creative and we all use our imagination. It’s only when we grow up that we start to subscribe to the notion that art is only for…
