Sarah

Sarah Elizabeth MacGregor, once belonging to Sarah Elizabeth Lincoln. My great-great grandmother. A name that was never mine. But is mine now. I read somewhere Sarah is Hebrew for Princess. As a child I secretly wished to be one, Dreaming that if it were true, All the things I wanted could have. I would have big canopy bed with a vanity beside, a white chair where I would sit and brush my long golden ringlets that would bounce off my shoulders like they were alive and wild. The white of my dress would compliment my skin giving off a radiant glow. But that was only a dream to dream. I dream which faded off into the horizon with time. My dreams changed to the practical ways of the world. And though I was never a princesss at the ball, I later became a dancer. That's where my dreaming began again. Through dance I'm as elegant and graceful as a princess. And for a moment I am that princess again. And I feel the child within me. When I'm not dancing I'm just Sarah simple and plain. I often wonder if Sarah Elizabeth Lincoln felt simple and plain. Or maybe she felt like a Princess. Her dreams reaching as far as the stars. Holding onto her youth into her old age.

my thoughts on journals

Keeping a journal has always been something that I have wanted to do. But it seems as though I could never get past a few entries...I always seem to forget that I have the journal.But I'm very open minded to try it all again. My mind is so scatterbrained that a journal will be a nice way to organize all my thoughts.I like writing about everything that is on my mind..but not terribly personal things..just things I like, don't like, People, and place I want to go.