I realized how much I missed reading other bloggers. I missed being able to share posts that I thought other people might like. Lately the joy of life disappeared and left behind a dark cloud. That is not me. Even in tough situations I found a bit of something to smile about. The thought of not blogging broke my heart. How can you silence a single voice? How can you flicker out a flame? No I can hide and feel the emptiness push the air out of me. You got to be careful what you say. Have I done anything wrong, but take care of me? I realized this week that my heart needed that extra beat again. I got music added to my music library that gave me hope that things will change. Yes things seem dismal and I want to cover the blanket over my head. I look in the faces of people searching for a flicker of life. If I can’t see it the darkness says see it’s not there. I have to overcome this and not be swallowed by the dramatic pit.
I can go days without updating my Path status. Than I will post some picture or spontaneous thought that comes to mind. I was told that Fb was working. So I tried via my browser. That familiar message that the server would not connect would show. At least I had LinkedIn and my blog pages.
I changed the skin cover for my phone thinking it might make me feel different. The menu improved and I felt better.
I decided that the Flapper 20s was quite an exciting era thanks to the writings of F. Scott Fitzgerald. He had such a way of describing things.
Answer: My Journey Through Life
It all started with a dream to write. I love reading books and wonder if I can be the next Louisa May Alcott. After rereading Little Women I knew that was what I wanted. To be the Jo March of a new generaation. I wanted to inspire and motivate from my own life.
Since I had a lot of time on my hands I thought why not do something positive. Write and chronicle my healing story. Inspire others going through the same problems I have in my life. Shed a little light on mental health.
My Journey Through Life is the prequel and this is the primary tale of starting over. It makes complete sense. People want to know about living in Africa. Okay here are pictures and ideas of my life. It all started in Addis Ababa in 1979.
30+ years later here I am in the same country just a lot older. I am learning how to cope in a third world country. How to heal from emotional wounds. How to accept my heritage even the sad things. Especially how to cope speaking broken Amharic when my English is spoken too fast.
I am a proud Ethiopian American and these are my stories and outlook on life. Most importantly this is my legacy for my son.
Why do you write? ~Sara
Bloggers reflect on what drives them to hit the “Publish” button time and again.
So I found out recently that there is a limit to how many people you can follow on Twitter. Wow color me shocked. As my followers have hit over 800. It made me wonder could I clean up my own timeline. Having a limit is great because you use self control to follow things. I told my inner people pleaser that it was a good thing. It is like the “like button.” You can support things that you like. So guess what I am planning to do for October? Yep a good spring cleaning. Thank you Twitter! I totally needed that.
So the last few weeks I have been battling an unknown allergy. It’s the kind that knocks you down and make you look scary. It’s mainly in my sinuses which is linked to my head. Than there is the neverending drain that keeps me awake at night. I am rewarded with bloodshot eyes and a nasally voice. I make Oscar look not so grouchy. Other than cold seasons does this condition visit me. It makes me doubt the fresh air theory. So pass the tissue paper and pardon my sneezing. For this is my ode to my Monday allergies.
Frustrated with latest power outage. I wish the on and off game would stop. Serenity prayer on my lips. It is not my fault in my thoughts.
I just realized I could post on both my blogs. I will try for the month of July to try that. So tell your friends Molly/Sara is back online. 💓New name coming soon!
I am having an amazing time traveling outside my little town. I have helped friends and learned more about my culture.
I love to write during my free time. I want to do my best to make a life for myself. There was a time that I want to be an Administrative Assistant. The thought I want to help people make their business grow into something bigger and better. When
I was younger, I used to dream about being a flight attendant traveling the world on airlines and making sure passengers were comfortable. Then I saw myself as a hostess taking customers to their tables. Smiling as I gave them their menus. I am a real people person putting others needs above everything else. I have also seen myself as an inspirational speaker. Telling people my story about how I have overcome life’s obstacles to become the woman that I am today. I guess someday I might be a little bit of everything rolled into one woman.