Thursday, January 26, 2012

Bucket List.


Visit Spain, and possibly live there.

Photo Credit: Allison Cook.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Bucket List.

I'm going to start posting things that are on my bucket list on Thursdays. Cool? Kay. So, here goes!


Have a summer job as a Disney Princess at Disney World.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Creative Writing Assignment

For our final assignment in our English IV class this semester, we had a creative writing assignment to do. Our only prompt was a simple picture of an envelope addressed to a Tricia L. Batemon, with no return address. From that, we had to create a story, and here is what I came up with. I just mainly wanted to store it somewhere, so don't feel like you have to read it. But if you do, I'd love to know what you think! Thanks!


It was quite cold that Monday morning, the first snowfall of the season covered every surface with a layer of fluffy white. Running late as usual, Tricia grabbed her coat and scarf and bundled up for the trek to the snow-covered car. There would be some extensive window scraping, that she really didn’t have time for, but was an unfortunate necessity.

Twenty minutes and two freezing hands later, Tricia climbed into the drivers seat of her car and cranked the engine. Lucky for her, the station had called early that morning to ensure that the employees knew to take their time and be safe on the way to work. That was one thing she loved about her job—they really cared for their employees. That, and the fact that she was pretty much addicted to music. Music had been a part of her daily life for as long as she could remember… all the way back to those “dance recitals” and “concerts” she would give on her grandmother’s worn kitchen floor. In elementary school, her ever-traveling business-owning mother had insisted that she be registered for piano lessons with the most prominent instructor in all of Ohio. Because the lessons were her mother’s order, Tricia dreaded them. Each week, it was a fight for her grandmother to get her into the car and over to the instructor’s home, which happened to be an hour from her home. Now, as she looked back, she realized how much those piano lessons had taught her and helped her through life, not only as a musician, but also as a person. And those car rides with her grandmother were some of her favorite memories. In high school, Tricia had played in both the band and the orchestra, excelling far beyond the ability of her classmates. At the suggestion of her teacher, she began tutoring other students who were struggling with their musical abilities. It was in one of these tutoring sessions that she met Elijah Murphy, a struggling musician and the local radio station owner’s son. It was through Elijah that she had landed her internship at the station her junior year of high school. Once she began, she fell in love with the radio, and never left. Now, she was one of the most well known radio personalities in all of Cincinnati.

As she pulled into her parking spot and cut the engine, she reminisced on those first few years at the station. She and Elijah had become inseparable, quite like a brother and sister, and together they tackled any and every task that was thrown their way. From setting up for a show with a live band, to running sound boards, to making coffee and doughnut runs, they had it all covered. Elijah had left the business and headed off to college somewhere in North Carolina, but they had kept in touch and spoke often. A few weeks before his graduation, he had announced that he was engaged to a lovely young lady named Jenna. They were married not long after, and they bought a house somewhere near the mountains.

Tricia grabbed her purse and her notebook with the lineup for the day, and quickly headed inside to get out of the snow, which had started to drift lazily from the sky once more.

“Good Morning, Tricia! We were beginning to wonder if you were going to make it!” Ben, her morning show co-host beamed at her. He was the lead singer of a local band, and music was a piece of his soul, which made him perfect for his job. Not to mention that he was one of the nicest guys that Tricia had ever met. Ben just had this joy about him all of the time that was infectious. He had a way of easing tension in any room, and bringing a lighter side to any situation. Together, they made a really good team for the morning show, and the station’s ratings had gone up considerably since the addition of their time slot.

Tricia walked through the large commons area where Ben was sitting and on into her office. She placed her purse on the table, turned her computer on, and sat down at her desk. Just then, Ben came in with a steaming cup of coffee.

“Just the way you like it! Don’t forget, we’re need to be in the studio ten minutes early today for a short staff meeting since Mr. Murphy is still in North Carolina visiting his son!”

“I’ll be there, no worries!” And with that, she turned her attention back to her computer screen, scanning the headlines in the local news. Apparently, the most interesting thing that had taken place was a dog being rescued from a tree somewhere on the outskirts of town. Awesome. Then she turned her attention to the stack of mail that Ben had faithfully delivered to her that morning. As she sifted through the usual stack of bills and junk mail, a small envelope caught her eye. As she pulled it out, she was surprised to see her name on the front.

Tricia L. Bateman

8411 Ellison

Cincinnati, OH 42526

She looked over the envelope, but could find no return address, which seemed a bit odd. Tricia rummaged through her desk and found her letter opener, and quickly tore into the note. As she began to read, her heart skipped a few beats.

Dear Tricia,

I hope this note finds you well, and I hope the station is still running as smoothly as ever. Things are going well here in NC, although I do miss all of you quite terribly. Jenna is doing well, and we are actually expecting our first child together! We are very excited. I know it seems strange, I never really pictured myself as a father either, but I think that this is really going to work out. How are things going for you? How is your mother, and that scraggly little mutt you call a dog… Lacey, right?... how is she doing? I hope all is well, and that you are truly happy.

So, I have some news for you. As you know, my Dad has been visiting with us for the past two weeks. During this time, it has become apparent to us all that Dad just isn’t doing very well anymore. His health has continually failed him over the past few years, and as it continues to worsen, we agreed that the best option would be for him to move to North Carolina with us. And this leads me to the main reason that I am writing to you. Dad originally wanted to leave the station to me, and allow me to do with it as I please. Instead, we decided together that the best option would be to give the station to you. No one knows and understands the love that we have for the station better than you do, Tricia, and Dad would be able to rest easier knowing that the station was in the best possible care. Do you remember that one day in high school when we were both working at the station and we were setting up for Ben’s band to come perform live? We talked about our dreams that day, dreams to run our own radio stations and to be come big-time radio stars. Well, Trish, this is your chance to do that. I really hope you consider our offer, and I hope you continue to pursue what brings you true joy in this life. You know I’m always here for you, as I always have been, and I hope to come and visit soon when we come to pick up Dad’s things. We should be coming in two or three weeks, so I’ll give you until then to decide for sure. We love you, Tricia!



Tricia just sat, wide-eyed and unbelieving, as her heart strained to return to normal pace. Her own station. True, it had always been a dream of hers to run a radio station of her own—to schedule the shows and performers, to oversee the several different segments, to review the public response to the lineup. But most importantly, the station would be a way to promote the passion for music that had been instilled in her when she was so young by her wonderful grandmother, who would turn eighty-two in three weeks. Tricia’s grandmother had practically raised her, and had always been so supportive of Tricia in everything she attempted to do in life. The station had always been a dream that her grandmother supported fully. When they discussed what the station would do, and what kind of programming it would hold, Tricia’s grandmother had always said “Just make a difference, dear. Figure out what your fingerprint looks like, and then leave it on the world. Let people know and remember that you were here.” Be it a hundred small prints, or one large one, the station was definitely the way to begin to leave her mark on this world. And it would be the perfect birthday present for the person that meant the most to her in the world.

A few days later, after having called and discussed everything with Elijah, Tricia called a staff meeting to make the big announcement. When everyone was finally in the room, she realized for the first time that she was nervous about this change. It was like a sudden knot blocked her airway, and she wasn’t sure if she could speak at all. Bravely, she cleared her throat and began her speech, pressing her hands firmly together to keep them from shaking so much.

“Hello, everyone! I hope that you’ve had a great week so far. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, Mr. Murphy still has not returned from his extended visit to his son’s home in North Carolina. I have been informed by his son, Elijah, that due to his failing health, Mr. Murphy will be taking up residence with them.” A quick glance around the room showed the several employees with stunned, concerned faces, waiting on her to tell them their future. This next part was the kicker. What would they think of the switch? Well, there was only one way to find out. “As I’m sure many of you realize, this leaves us without a current owner. Both Mr. Murphy and Elijah have both asked me if I would be willing to take over the station, and I have agreed to do just that. In doing so, I want you to know that each of you will still have a job for me. Our station has received some of the best ratings of all local stations recently, and I see no need to fix something if it isn’t broken.” A second glance around the room revealed something that she hadn’t expected: a look of relief, coupled with several smiling faces. They were excited. “I hope that you will all work with me as we all attempt to make this transition as smooth as possible, and I look forward to where our future will take us. Thank you all for coming and for listening to me.” Suddenly the silence broke as people began to return to their morning duties. Everyone congratulated Tricia as they began to leave the room, and many told her that they couldn’t have picked anyone better for the job. It was then that she knew that she had made the right decision.

Two weeks later, on January 12, Tricia spent the day at her grandmother’s house celebrating her birthday. That evening, they sat down together at her grandmother’s kitchen table to eat the meal that they had prepared together that day. Her grandmother’s hand reached across the table and wrapped around Tricia’s own, and they bowed their heads.

“Dear Lord, Thank you for this wonderful day, and the blessing of another year. Thank you for this food, and please use it to make us stronger for you. Thank you for taking the time to leave your mark on us, and please allow us to shine for you. Amen.”

The prayer was so methodical, so familiar, that it wrapped around Tricia like an old blanket. It almost made what she had to say next even sweeter.

Sitting there, in that warm kitchen with the worn tile floors, it was almost as though she had come full circle. From performing and dancing for her grandmother on the old, worn “kitchen stage”, to owning her own radio station that would reach hundreds of people in their very own “kitchen stages”, all of the memories were connected, like the staff lines on a piece of sheet music, the music always going on.

“Grandmama,” she started, the smile already spreading across her face, “I think I’ve finally figured out what my fingerprint looks like.”



Sunday, January 8, 2012

Music Mondays, a day early.

On my heart today. My prayer, for sure!♥

You dwell in the songs that we are singing
Rising to the heavens, rising to your heart, your heart
All praises filling up the spaces in between our frailty and everything you are
You are the keeper of my heart

And I'm restless, I'm restless
Until I rest in you, till I rest in you
I am restless, I'm restless
Till I rest in you, till I rest in you, Oh God
I want to rest in you

Oh, speak now, for my soul is listening
Say that you have saved me
Whisper in the dark, the dark
Because I know that you are more than my salvation
Without you I am hopeless
Tell me who you are
You are the keeper of my heart
You are the keeper of my heart

And I am restless, I'm restless
Until I rest in you, till I rest in you
I am restless, I'm restless
Till I rest in you, till I rest in you, oh
I want to rest in you.

Still my heart, hold me close.
Let me hear a still small voice
Let it grow, let it rise,
Into a shout, into a cry
Still my heart, hold me close
Let me hear a still small voice
Let it grow, let it rise
Into a shout, into a cry

And I am restless, I'm restless
Until I rest in you, let me rest in you
And I am restless, so restless,
Till I rest in you, till I rest in you, Oh God
Let me rest in you.


Saturday, January 7, 2012


So I lied. My next post isn't about my bucket list. Those are coming, though, I pinky. I just have to work out a few more details.

I've gotten a few new followers lately (Hi guys!), so I just wanted to give you a bit of a fair warning as to what you've gotten yourself into. I've done a few 'About Me' posts before, and it amuses me how each one is a bit different. It's fun to chronicle how I've changed over the course of having this lovely little blog! I was thinking the other day... what if my blog were to just shut down one day? I think I would positively loose it. I've formed an attachment to this thing! Without further ado: Me, as of January seventh, two thousand and twelve.

My name is Sarah. I'm a Senior in High school. I'm a big band nerd. Music is my constant, actually. It's there for me on those sleepless nights when no one else seems to be. I dance pretty much nonstop. I studio dance for 4-5 hours a week, and I also go to Zumba 2-3 times a week. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love to escape from reality, however that may be. Be it through dancing, or watching movies, or reading, or writing (but not stupid/harmful things). It's fun to get away from the world for a bit. I find the world to be a bit overwhelming at times, and when I get that way, I pretty much stay to myself for a while. I pull back a lot. If I do this around you, just know that doesn't mean I love you any less, it just means that I need some time. I am really sensitive and emotional, and I feel things really strongly. I'm mostly extremes, which can be exhausting and exasperating, but also thrilling and breathtaking. Even though I'm a senior, I have no idea where I want to attend college or what I want to do with my life. Shocking, I know. Trust me. No, I'm not dating anyone, and that's not a big surprise like most people seem to think. It's perfectly normal to be single at 17. I love love love any and all Disney related things, but especially Disney Princesses. My favorites are Ariel, Tiana, and Repunzel. I also love Mulan. Ever since I made my tumblr, I have become even more of a quote addict. I have probably collected over a thousand quotes over the years and I adore each of them, and now my collection is growing exponentially! I love cookie dough and moose tracks ice cream. I could eat gummy bears all day, every day. I love to sing really loudly in my car with my radio cranked up loud. I wear two hearing aids. I have a scar at the base of my neck from a complete thyroidectomy when I was eleven years old. But I mostly tell people that a shark tried to bite my head off. I love Phineas and Ferb, New Girl, gLee, Raising Hope, and Good Luck Charlie. I cried when many of the great disney channel shows left the air. I'm an emotional mess about 85% of the time. I cry at sad commercials and love stories. I wish I were better at visual art. I think it's amazing that people can create with their hands like that. I adore the feeling of having a camera in my hands, and I could shoot endlessly for days and days on end. I think black and white is beautiful, but I also love colors. I'm a little obsessed with Owls, and bracelets. I wear about sixty million of them. I want two tattoos one day: an infinity symbol that says always and forever on my rib cage, and a treble/bass clef heart on my opposite hip. If I do end up getting married, which I highly doubt I will, I think it would be cute to get an infinity symbol underneath my wedding band along with my husband. So sweet. I also want to get a third piercing on my right ear lobe. I adore sleep entirely too much and nothing makes me happier than a warm spring day. I love sun dresses. I have a purple streak in my hair and I adore it. I'm thinking of getting a green one as well. And possibly pink. Who knows. I've been through a lot emotionally that people don't really know about, but it has made me so much stronger than I ever have been in the past. I student teach sixth grade girls in Sunday School at my church. They're really sweet kids. I have a hard time accepting that I'm not okay sometimes, and therefore I don't talk about it when something is wrong very often. I'm trying to change that. It ticks me off how society has made it to where people are scared to show how they feel. That's crap. That's a soapbox for another day. I like to eat ranch or italian dressing on my salad and I could eat bojangles supremes every single day. And japanese food. I love japanese food. I'm from the south, so sweet tea is as much of a staple as milk in my house. Pancakes make me happy regardless of the time of day. Now I'm hungry. I just got an iphone, and I love it. I'm more than a bit of a technology addict, I rely on it pretty heavily. I'm obsessed with purple. I have no idea how to properly use eyeliner, and I really need someone to teach me. I want to enter into a formal mentor relationship, but I'm still looking for a mentor. I'm a hopeless romantic, and I fully believe in fairy tales and happy endings. I find corny kids jokes hilarious. I'm not hard to read... my heart is basically on my sleeve 24/7. I would like to think that I have some sort of writing talent, but I probably really don't. Oh well, it's fun anyway! I don't half-way do relationships- I invest everything I can into the people I love. And even the people I don't love sometimes. I just don't want anyone to feel alone if I can help it. I know that feeling all too well, and it sucks. I love kids, and working with kids, and hanging out with kids. They're hilarious and most definitely candid. I wish that I could get a mustache tattooed on my finger, but I'm not gutsy enough. I solve the worlds problems at 3am. Good morning text messages make my whole day brighter. Words of affirmation is one of my love languages. I crave acceptance and depth. I am trying to break the habit I have of sleeping on my stomach, because it's bad for your back. I am at the doctors office far too much. I love my radiologist with my whole heart, she's a sweetheart! I love people so much. I want to get to know and have the ability to invest in as many people as possible during my life. Maybe I'll write a book or something, who knows! I'm terrible at math and I can never remember how to spell necessarily, or how to say cinnamon. I always say cimonin. I have a very weird viewpoint on many issues. I get along with adults better than people in high school. I love to journal. Youtube makes me laugh. There are some dumb people in this world, there's no way around it. I'm scared of cats, but I'm working on that too. I have never been in love, and I don't plan on it. Ever. Too much risky business. I love playing jazz music. I never made connections with people until recently because I was always afraid. I have a short fuze sometimes, and sometimes I eat ice cream out of the carton. I don't have a two a.m. right now, but that's mostly because I shut the world off. I'm learning how to function on my own. God is first, in and for everything. Don't believe me? Let me tell you my story sometime, then you will, I promise. If it weren't for the amazing miracle he pulled me through, I wouldn't believe it either. Blogger is a very fun way to keep up with people for me. The one person that I know would understand when I need to talk doesn't live anywhere near me. My Nana is my best friend in the entire world and I want to be exactly like she is one day. I get my hopes up and my heart broken way too easily, but I have a lot of trust issues. I think my eyes are my best feature, but I also think that I have the gift of empathy. Which I love, because I relate to people so well. Overall, like I mentioned, I'm a mess. A really big mess with a lot going on in my brain all at one time that makes it hard to sleep sometimes. But I'm me, and I'm here, and I get up every morning and face another day with a smile on, and I'm loved by the One who counts. I hope that helps a bit, and that you decide to accept me anyway, warts and all. Thanks, you guys, for reading my stuff. I love you so much!


Thursday, January 5, 2012

A Little Thursday Quote.

This quote just made me realize a lot, and I really love it, so I thought I'd share. I hope you all are doing well! My next few posts are going to be about my bucket list. So get excited (:

"When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works not because it settles the question for you, but because, in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you
are hoping for."♥

Sunday, January 1, 2012

2012; Hello, love♥

It's 2012.

No matter how many times I tell myself this, it never really ceases to amaze me. 2012... it's actually here. I've been looking forward to this year for quite some time now. 2012 marks the closing of one chapter of my life, and the opening of another. I will officially complete my last semester of high school, graduate with a group of people that I have grown up with, and complete my first semester of college. All before the ball drops again. It kind of blows my mind actually. I've reflected a lot on 2011, both the good and the not-so-good, and I've really made some goals for myself this year. I really believe that accountability helps when setting goals, so I am definitely going to need some help with these. That's why I'm sharing them with you! Will you help me? I'd really appreciate it... thanks! Here goes- My Resolutions for 2012 (in no particular order):

1. Take more pictures. Last year, I aimed for a picture a day, and that fell through in around April. This year, I'm doing the same. So you may end up with a lot of pictures of me off my computer, but that's life. (:

2. Continue on my health journey. I am a much healthier person sitting here today than I was a year ago, but I still have much room to improve. Bring on the healthy eating habits and persistent exercise! This one, I will definitely need help with. Who is with me?!

3. Invest in people more. I want to make it my goal to have no one that I know feel as though they are alone in this world. I want people to know that I'm there for them, and that I won't judge. And that I'm really good at hugs and ice cream. With this I also want to be more intentional about letting people know that I'm thankful for them. I am a firm believer that people need to be made aware of the good that they do in the world, but I feel like people don't talk about that much. So, I'm going to. And some people may get tired of hearing how wonderful they are, because I know some pretty fabulous people!

4. Be more transparent with those around me. I want to not only share the good, but also the not-so-good. I want to allow my imperfections to make me stronger, and not to hide them. I want to be more intentional about sharing the real me.

5. Smile more, be happier in general. I feel like if the world shared a few more smiles, it would be a much happier place. With this goal is a bigger goal of being intentional in my emotions. I want to choose to see the brighter side. I want to choose to worry and stress less. I want to choose joy.

6. Write more. Be it on here, or just in my personal journals. Writing is a huge way of expression for me, and I want to pursue it. I also want to be more intentional about sharing my writing rather than keeping it to myself. Another way of being more vulnerable and open to showing who the real me is.

7. Build connections on a deeper level than I have been. I've always been scared to get attached, to tie strings for fear of one day having to cut them. In short, I have major trust issues. But, I don't want to hold back anymore. I want to give myself to the friendships and relationships I have with other people. It's going to be a slow lesson, as I am pretty stuck in my ways. So, bare with me.

8. I heard a quote from Maya Angelou that said, "To those who have given up on love, I say 'trust life a little bit'." This is where my eighth resolution comes from. I want to trust life a little bit more than I have been recently.

9. Work on my bucket list. That thing keeps growing, so I need to keep marking things off. It's a delicate balance, the length of a bucket list. But that's a post for another day (;

10. I want to live 2012. I don't want to go through the motions in anything. I want to live every single moment to it's fullest, and take nothing for granted. I hope to inspire, dream, hope, and love this year with the fullest force possible. Even if I don't capture every moment, I want to be fully present in it. I'm excited for what this is going to bring.

And there it is, my 2012 goals. Some of them are a little steep, sure. But that's what goals are for, right? To give you something to aim for? Here's to 2012. Let's exceed expectation.♥