Author: Sarra Cannon

So, while I am in the process of throwng things away, I came across a box full of sentimental crap. I say crap because it really serves no other purpose than to remind me of the past. Nametags from summer camps, playbills from all the plays I was in, trophies for girl of the year, band awards, debate awards, match books, movie ticket stubs, etc. None of it (except maybe the playbills) looks good enough to put on display anywhere really. So what is its fate? Should I keep it anyway and just let it take up storage space for…

For the majority of my adult life, I have been worried about money. Now, probably that has largely to do with the fact that during my college years I severely abused credit cards and put myself into enormous amounts of debt right off the bat. Even though my parents eventually did dig me out of that credit card hole, I was still always worried about money. I have been through times in my life where I was struggling to balance who needs to get paid first based on who was least likely to turn my shit off if I didn’t…

I have been feeling so great about my progress with Jazzercise that I was confident I would lose at least a pound or two a week since I’ve been exercising. Last week was great, and I lost 1.8 pounds! Yay! But today, after a week of eating good and exercising daily, I actually gained .8 of a pound. And what sucks is that this was the last week of my first weigh-in card, which lasts about six months… and I just really wanted to see a loss on that last week. Oh well. At least there is an overall loss,…

This poem is more about Fall than Spring, but it is one of my favorites so I share it today. It is an old poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, written in the latter half of the 19th century. SPRING AND FALL to a young child Margaret, are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leaves like the things of man, youWith you fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! as the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;And yet you will weep and know why.Now no matter, child, the name:Sorrow’s springs…

On Saturday night G and I decided to go out to eat, which we actually do a lot, but this was a bit different. Usually we eat out at Hibachi Express or Subway or McDonald’s type places… but Saturday I was in the mood for drinking too :P. We headed towards O’Charley’s but were keeping our eye out for something else along the way. G saw TGI Friday’s so we decided to pull in there and give it a try. I honestly think it’s been at least 5 years since I have been to a Friday’s! Probably since I lived…

Well, so far so good with the exercise this week. I am about to head out for my third day of Jazzercise. I can definitely feel the resistance starting to pull me down and make me want to come up with some excuses why I can’t go today. Resistance is a very curious thing. It’s not that I don’t enjoy Jazzercise. In fact, when I’m there and I’m really into it, so far it is the best I have felt in a very long time (well, apart from making love). And when I leave, I am so awake and my…