Fears

Dearest Reader,

     It is my personal opinion that the human race was made for a specific purpose, in all of its eccentrics and limits. In our loves, our moments of inextinguishable excitement, and moments of  incontrollable tears. I think we are each given choices that make us who we are and that the choices are made with all the experiences we already have. We cannot think that we are invincible without a fear of defeat, nor think we are insignificant without fearing then when we are dead and dust no one will remember who we were or what we left behind. I do not fear that no one will remember me because I know that in all the years I am yet have and the ones I have already spent, there will be at least one person that looks back and remembers that one day I made a difference to them. I have, however, always feared other things on this world. I have a fear of abandonment. I am haunted by the idea that someone will ever go to bed crying because of something I did or said. Most of all though, I am tormented by the idea that one day I will be too afraid to stand up for someone who needs me. I  am afraid of the fear that will inexorably strike me one day and I will be compressed into a shell of a being too scared to be true to the person I know that I am and strive to be. I don't need to be significant and I don't need to be invincible, I only need to live my life with the choices and paths of my own decisions, a route of my own construction. It makes me think about how we don't blame other people for our successes, but when a failure comes no one thinks to look into a mirror. I think that has something to do with human fear, we are afraid of the idea that we could be the ones that rolled a boulder into our own paths.

What to do about Squirrels

Entry 1:

Does anyone else get on here thinking, "Wow! I'm gonna write a great blog and everyone is gonna love it and it's gonna be interesting and cool and... Etc." then reality steps on me like, "HA no."

Anyway, you know what else bothers me? (This might just be me. I don't know though maybe this is you too?) two words: Stereotypical Squirrels. I hate them. You know the squirrels that wait to jump in front of you so you can have a small and fuzzy heart attack? I call them Suicidal Squirrels. Or the ones that sit in the road staring at you? They have earned the name Stupid Squirrels.  Or the ones that sit on your car in the driveway? Sunbathing Squirrels. In a treehouse or other yard equipment, Sporty Squirrels. The ones my grandfather finds eating his vegetable garden. Them Dad Gum ¿€%&$@ squirrels.


Note: Does anyone else want to say squirrels like that girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Just me? Okay...

Meet Sarah Daws

Before you read my blog I want you to know some things about my personality:
1) I'm a classic teen
2) I'm a blonde
3) I am slightly opinionated
4) I'm an animal lover
5) I'm insane (The good kind... I think)

Ok, now that we've got that out of the way, my life.

It all started on July 25, when I was born. I grew up in various places (my parents were not in the army they are lawyers with a taste for change) and had a pretty great childhood. I ended up in northern virginia for middle school. I am an active horseback rider and my dream is too be an actress. I love movies and music. My life is less complicated than it seems though. My life long hero is Emma Watson and my recent role model is Jennifer Lawrence. My favorite book is Divergent and I love The Vampire Diaries. I love poetry and and singing. If you ask my sister she'll tell you I sing so much I don't even realize it anymore. That's basicly my life in a nutshell though I hate nuts so... Let's make my life in a coconut. Yes, that's better.