Something is not write.

I can't seem to think of anything to write lately. I have the life version of writer's block. I did not even laugh out loud at Tosh.0 last night. I seriously cannot think of anything funny except Charlie the Unicorn and Sean Connery on SNL Celebrity Jeopardy.

I can feel the discontent. I am bored. I write the best stuff when I have no time to do it and lately I have had too much time on my hands. Or I have been sad. I can't write when I am sad. Nothing stamps out the imagination and creativity more than a healthy dose of reality.

I am the kind of person who does not feel my day is complete unless I have gotten up at 5:00am, gone to the gym, been to work, ran errands at lunch, worked late, gotten home, walked the dogs, watered the flowers, done the dishes, cooked dinner, hung out with friends, and then stayed up too late writing a blog about the ills of lima beans.

Right now life is just; well, a little stagnant.

Someone, PLEASE MAKE ME LAUGH!

24

On the brink of midnight at the edge of the world it is tomorrow everywhere but here. I wonder what will happen when the clock strikes 12. I sit with my back to my headboard. Two of my oldest friends sit at the bottom of my bed. Legs crossed, we wait out the minutes to a new day. I cherish this moment. What a blessing it is to have great friends. It feels a little bit like high school again. Sitting in a circle in my room laughing about life. Things are different now. There is a toddler who won't fall asleep watching Hercules in the living room. We don't go home to our parent's house but to our own homes, families, boyfriends, husbands, kids. But in this moment it is easy to feel 16 again. I wouldn't want to do high school over again. However, to feel naive and forget the world in the last minutes before a birthday is nice. It's actually nice that while things change every day some things never do.

I didn't think I would feel differently but that night I would meet my dreams older and hopefully wiser. I still feel 23. But I do feel different. Even I know that seconds can change people. These 12 uneventful seconds did not make me 16 again but it made me see my life in a new way. It is my birthday wish that every year that I am blessed with I will remember turning 24. Remember that no matter how life changes that I should always take the good with the bad and when the clock strikes 12 on the 12th of June in the land of the midnight sun that I will know how blessed I am. Just to live.

Afterall, without the bad the good isn't nearly as sweet.

I hope that I have conveyed more than nonsense in this post. I hope you find in yourself what I am finding in myself every day. I hope you cherish your friendships, your familes, and your days.

Sara

"I tell people I am training for a marathon when I am really sitting on my couch watching Jersey Shore"

I love Post Secret. It coddles the part of me that not many people will ever know. The lonely part, the misunderstood part, the confused part. But most of all it makes me feel connected to humanity in a way that few things could because it speaks to my scared part. I am not the only one who doesn't want to tell anyone about a thought or event for fear of being judged or because it's too personal.

For those of you who don't know what Post Secret is check it out at wwww.postsecret.com. Basically it is a nationwide community art project where you write a secret on a post card and send it to a guy in Maryland who posts them in books, on the Internet, and speaks at universities throughout the country. They come in all varieties: sad, funny, ridiculous, disturbing, terrifying.

The title of today's entry was stolen from one of last week's "Sunday Secrets". It made me laugh. We have all told a lie before to make it seem as if we are being more productive than we actually are. At least I think we do. I have. And I feel connected to this person because so have they. It makes you feel a little less alone in the world.

So, in light of my proclamation of Post Secret adoration; here are some of my own secrets.

I pilfer post-it notes from work. Not whole tablets or anything-I'm not a thief but I probably use 7 or 8 sheets a week. I write the mean things I think but do not say on them and then I throw them away. If the cleaning lady ever had the notion to dig through my trash she may find out that I am not very ladylike.

I despise Lima beans. They are a sick and foul tasting bean.

I hate the word 'moist'.

I fear that people see me as a weak person.

:o) And I sent one into Post Secret anonymously. Maybe you will see it someday...the beautiful thing is that sending it has allowed me to let go.