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Here We Go...

January 3, 2019
Holy Jesus.
I honestly can’t believe that I’m about to do this. Actually, this is exactly the kind of thing 20 year old Sarah would have done. Why did I ever stop being her?
This year I decided that I’m digging deep down and finding her again. The girl who used to dance, go hiking and camping, sung songs by a campfire, went out with friends, didn’t drink nearly as much....
I decided to write out a bucket list for the next 12 months. 12 things I want to incorporate into my life - and were gonna take baby steps. So here we go -
  1. Start a dance class. Any dance class.. and go once a week.
  2. Take a hike. Get outside and just go. Pack a lunch, turn off the phone, grab the new Cannon and head up to the mountain for the day.
  3. Go camping - for just a weekend - pack as little as possible and just go enjoy
  4. Take a road trip - and don’t have a plan
  5. Go to a concert
  6. Take the kids fishing
  7. Stop drinking that nightly glass of wine. I don’t need it. Drink more tea, Sarah
  8. Start a yoga class - wanna join me?
  9. Start spinning at the Union - this time i will actually go back - even though I swear Sharee tried to kill me (she really didn’t - I was just that out of shape)
  10. Read more - in fact read every night - and start a book club again
  11. Have a girlfriends night out once a month - but not the kind that everyone expects. The one where we meet up and knit or have coffee - and have no plan of when I need to be home
  12. Start a journal. Write in it daily - even if its just on here. Screw it - it will probably be just on here.
So there you have it - my 12. Boy that’s a pretty list too. Why have I waited so long to do this?
Because, honestly I don't know why. I don’t know why I allowed myself to slowly slip away.
So.....
Monday I signed up for an adult beginning ballet class. I ordered my shoes, tights, leo - a giant headband to keep my short hair off my face... and I start on Monday January 7th. Right after work - from 5:30 - 6:30 and guys, I am beyond excited!!
If I’m being honest with you (and myself), I am scared and nervous and thrilled and excited all in one. It’s like the first day of school all over again and you know no one. Not a single person. And they are 19-75 years old (no really they are - the oldest person in my class is 75 - I wanna be her when I grow up, I already know it)
My body doesn’t move the way it used to. Not even a little bit. I'm pretty confident I cant even touch my toes , I take that back, I KNOW I can’t touch my toes- and chances are, when I walk into that studio all the insecurities are gonna come flooding in. But if I wait my whole life to do something just because I am a little bit insecure - I will stay right where I am and continue to wish I did things differently.
So, here’s to a new year. A year full of fun and adventure and experiences. Maybe you’ll join me. That would be pretty cool.
Catch y’all tomorrow.
-Sarah
Oops, one more thing.
13. Hit publish.... I’ll work on that one

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