Category: the one with the dream chasing

While my eyes and big forehead and less than toned arms top a long list of things about my body that make me self-conscious, I can’t remember ever having a problem with my mouth.

In the words of an anthropomorphic cucumber, “I love my lips!”

My fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Zimmer, told me I had great lips and that people pay to have full lips like mine. Being ten and naive, I believed her.

Still, lipstick scares me.

Continue reading “Red Lips & Traffic Jams”

In 13 Going on 30, Jennifer Garner’s character, Jenna, promised me a life full of fun, romance, and success by time I turned thirty.

Thirty, flirty, and thriving.

Some magic dust and a birthday wish granted her the opportunity to fast forward from being an awkward 13-year-old straight to an awesome 30-year-old with a successful career, a love life, and her own apartment.

Well I turned 30 in July, and same.

My successful career involves being a pirate at a theme park and making enough money to qualify for financial hardship in the eyes of the government so that I can have lower monthly payments on my student loans and maybe pay off the interest by the time I’m 40.

The longest relationship I’ve been in is with my iPhone 5s—we were together for 2 years and 3 months before I upgraded to the 7.

Continue reading “Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving”

I am not capable of polite conversation before 8:00 am. Okay, that’s a joke, 10:00 am.

I’ve half-heartedly asked God on several occasions to make me a morning person, but still I prefer sunsets over sunrises.

Everything I read about being successful at achieving your dreams seems to have one common denominator—you need to take advantage of the morning.

I’ve ignored that small detail because I hate mornings. I’m different. I can be successful and sleep in. I’ll be a champion for night owls everywhere.

Continue reading “The One Where I Pretend to Like Mornings”

When I decided to take the leap and purchase my own domain, sarahstinson.com was already taken. Who took it? I don’t know. But now my name must have a dash in the middle of it.

After deliberating for days over what to name my site (a kind friend told me Awkward & Grace sounded stupid, and I’m forever grateful), I decided to go with Sarah Laughed because I love the story in the Bible where Sarah laughs at God.

Turns out Sara Laughed is already taken. Granted it’s taken by a Sara who doesn’t spell her name the way God intended, but she’s super organized and giving out advice about conquering adulthood because she’s actually figured it all out. She’s even great at Bible Journaling, but I’m not bitter.

My site is nothing like hers, but I still felt wrong using her title. Continue reading “Whose Dream Is It Anyways?”