Comfort Zones.

Sometimes in life we get scared, or nervous, or fearful. It's natural. Humans aren't build to be superheroes. We're not here to out do one another and go passed out our comfort zones. Sometimes even going near the boarder of your comfort zone can cause you to retract from people, even society in general. I understand this. Comfort zones are there to protect you; To remind you that you have a limit and where that limit is. But for some people, they make their comfort zones so small they barely have room to breathe. A saying I was taught is, "the bigger the zone, the bigger the person." I understand if you're afraid or nervous or fearful; I can be that way too. But don't let a little fear stop you from living your life to the fullest. Life isn't about eating, sleeping, and waking up to do it all over again; as much as some of us would like. You were created to thrive and to explore the world. Don't ever let something or someone stop you. The tiniest step can help you progress further in life. Exploration is key to expanding your comfort zone and explanding your personality. Exploration can be of your town, country, even you backyard. Go to the beach and the park. See what the world has to offer. And you don't have to do it alone. Take a friend with you, explore and expand together. One new adventure everyday will allow you to progress and to advance in life. Don't ignore the inner child in you; challenge everything. Test your limits and set new goals for yourself. You don't need to be afraid anymore.

Love Sara :)

Change.

Let’s face it. No one likes change. We all like things to be the way they were before, and for them to stay that way. No one likes what the future could bring. Even if you're excited for something to come, there’s always that thought in the back of your head telling you it could all go wrong at any minute. We like things to be the best that they could possibly be and stay that way. I’ll be the first to admit this. I would much rather be a kid when my biggest concern was where I had put my favorite Barbie doll last. I loved it when I didn’t know any life changing information, when my parents were these amazing people who would never let me down. And I bet they loved it when they were expecting parents, at the height of their carriers. Now I know things that have changed me forever, and they have had sleepless night, nights where they probably questioned everything. I miss the past. And there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m human; I’m not flawless. I’m allowed to want things to never change. And I’m allowed to feel. My advice for you, although I personally hate it, allow for change. Allow things to progress. We are humans. We hate change, but sometimes its necessary; evolution and all that nonsense. I’m sure you’ll regret it at first. But more than anything I promise you will need it, and thrive from it eventually. I know I’d rather be a kid, who wouldn’t. No responsibility, no problems. I know my parents miss being free and not tired. But I wouldn’t be who I was today if I didn’t age and mature. And my parents wouldn’t have me if they were afraid and wanted to get enough sleep. I don’t know what you’re running from or pushing off. I don’t know what you’ve been through, and I’m not going to pretend like I understand everything you’ve been through. But I do know one thing, change is inevitable; embrace it. It’s going to be the best thing for you.

Love Sara :)

Friendly Reminder.

This one is short, but important.

"Anything you say, do, or even wear at any given moment is sending a message about who you are."

There's no second chances in life; what you do now stays forever. There's no reset button planted in peoples minds so when you do something wrong you can just act like it never happened. Whatever message you send to people is the message they keep forever. So make sure its the message you want to be sending.

Love Sara :)

Story Telling: Story 1 - Him and Me

Hey guys :) Here's a little story I wrote. Hope you guys like it!

I haven't been in this room for over a year. The last time I was here it was right before he left, before he left me. Everything had stayed the same from when he once lived here. Everything thing had so many emotions and memories with it.

            His journal lie on the old dusty nightstand. Once I dusted it off and shined the light on it, the bright red leather lit up the dark room. It only had about three or so pages filled. He wasn't necessarily a writer but his father was hell bend on making sure he would become one. He always whined about needing to write to please his family. I just hope he knew we loved him no matter what. He was the light of our lives, even when he wasn't shining so bright.

            “I know…” His voice whispered from the hallway. It sent shivers down my spine.

            I had been hearing his voice for a while down but it never was as clear as it just was. It always would say my name or “hi,” but this was the first time it was a full sentence or answered my thoughts. I peeked out into the hallway to find it as empty as ever. I don’t know what I expected. I knew he wasn’t here, just my brain playing games on me. Cruel games, if you ask me. I continued to look through it room. I laid down on his bed and buried my face in his pillow. The scent of him was so fresh and relieving. I don’t come back here much often, so any thing of his brings unbelievable joy and pain. I felt one tear hit the pillow and immediately jumped off the bed. I had ruining so much before; I can’t ruin his fresh smell from the pillows.

            A cold gust of air flew through the window, which normally wouldn’t have been a problem but the window wasn’t open when I first walked in. I stood up to close the window when the sound screamed through the room, the sound of a creaking floor. As I paused to make the noise stop with it, I was shocked to find the noise continued. The thought dawned on me. I’m not alone, I never was. In the mirror I could see a reflection of someone, a man. I spun around to be face to face with him.  I reached out to make sure it wasn’t really him, just a ghost or a figment of my imagination, though I was tragically disappointed. The second it felt his skin I retracted.

            “I thought you were dead. What are you doing here?” The words felt so weird to say, they barely made it out.

            All of a sudden he wasn’t next to me, he was on the other side of the room. I wanted him next to me but I also liked feeling like I space to breathe. He slowly took one step closer to me, and then when he saw I was okay with it he took another. I wanted to be back in his arms but with ever step closer he became, the louder and faster my heartbeat. Before I knew it he was right next to me, and my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest.

            “I was. What are you doing here? You’re the one who’s in my room.”

Love Sara :)

Media (Find me!)

I just thought you guys might want to find me on more than just my blog.

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Love Sara :)

Hello World.

Hey everyone. My name is Sara. I'm your average teenager. I read, watch tv, eat, sleep, and wake up the next morning to do it all over again. This first post is just to say hey and to let you know what I'm all about. I have quite worked out what I want to write about but I do know this is something I want to do. I'm going to post as often as possible and as long as possible. I love writing and to share with people would be a dream. I hope you like what I have to say, but I have a lot to say. I'm thinking of posting short stories, general thoughts, and day-in-the-life kind of things. Stay tuned, there is so much to come.

Love Sara :)