Author: Sarra Cannon

I just got back last night from GA, and each way back and forth amounts to about a 470 mile drive. Now, I am all for getting to your destination in the fastest way possible. No back roads or strange routes for me. However, I am also someone who drinks a lot of soda, coffee, juice, water, etc. on a road trip. Beverages help to keep me awake and alert while I’m driving. As you can imagine, with high beverage consumption comes the need to make frequent stops. How many stops? Hmm… I would say on average that I need…

I will be heading home to GA tomorrow to take care of last minute details on the sale of my house. Yay! for selling the house, but Boo! for having to be away from G for almost an entire week. I will take my laptop with me and do my best to update the blog from there, but it’s going to be a very busy week, so the blog will be low priority. If I don’t update, just check back next week, when I will be a much happier sweetie. 🙂 Why happier? Because I will be back in NC…

I read through “A Working Girl Can’t Win” by Deborah Garrison last night, a book of poetry that I absolutely adore. It’s gritty and harsh, but also beautiful and soft at times. I think I will just type out one of the poems that seems appropriate for the end of a winter work week. I dedicate it to T, my working-girl friend (at least the first part she will appreciate 🙂 FIGHT SONG Sometimes you have to say it:Fuck them all. Yes fuck them all –the artsy posers,the office blowhardsand brown-nosers; Fuck the type who gets the job doneand the…

I had a great day yesterday! It was a very not-stressful, relatively uneventful, but still fun birthday. I had a few very important realizations, and I feel that they will lead to a new me emerging. Realization #1 – When I was younger, I believed in myself totally and completely. I knew I was a good singer and that I was smart. I set goals for myself and was confident that I could achieve them. Because I believed in myself, others naturally believed in me too. Confidence is contagious in that way. Somewhere along the line, though, I started depending…

And 31 has arrived, whether I wanted it to or not. That’s the thing about birthdays… as long as you are still alive, they are inevitable. I guess the only thing to do is embrace my 31’ness and love it. I am discovering that aging is not the easiest thing in the world, especially when you feel like you are not making the most of your life. By some strange trick of fate or perhaps by providence, I found a letter my father wrote to me 11 years ago on my birthday. This is not a letter that I saved…

Tomorrow’s the big day, my 31st birthday. I am fully aware of the fact that most people don’t make a big deal of their birthdays past the age of 21 (except maybe 50, but I still have some time before I reach that benchmark). I am not sure why every day feels like a countdown to the guillotine to me. 30 fell heavy on me, but I blamed it on the fact that I had just filed for divorce and was facing major stress and drama at the time. So, what’s my excuse this year? I was thinking about it,…