Simplify... Let it Go.

Letting go isn’t easy. It doesn’t matter if it’s an ex-boyfriend, or your favorite pair of shoes. It doesn’t matter if it’s something tangible, or just memories that won’t stop floating through your mind.

Letting go is finalizing something. It’s putting an end to the work, the energy, the thoughts, the memories, the stress – any emotional and physical attachments – it’s releasing all the attributes you associate with something, or someone, and moving on.

But how do we really let go? After we give something away, it’s hard to not reflect on the happiness, or perhaps frustration, that “it” brought us. Maybe there are unanswered questions, maybe it didn’t go the way you wanted it to, maybe you weren’t ready to let go, but forced to because there was no other option.

When we let go, how long do we get to hold on? After releasing the situation, releasing the item, the person, whatever it may be – how long do we get to hold on? Hold on to the memories, good or bad; hold on to the questions, good or bad; hold on to the “what if’s” and the “why me’s” - how long do we hold on?

I process things slowly. I think through a number of scenarios, I think about the cause and affect of getting rid of something, I think about the potential outcome and how it might affect me in the future. And then after I’ve made the move, gotten rid of whatever it was that needed to get rid of, I struggle with the aftermath – the part of fully letting go. Letting go of the questions, letting go of the memories, letting go of my emotions – I always want some type of closure – which doesn’t often is impossible to get. I visualize putting all my feelings, thoughts, memories, and ideas about “it” in a box, tying it up, and then putting it on a shelf. That means it’s still there – I haven’t gotten rid of it until I’ve tied up the box, stomped on it, and sent it through the recycling of to someplace far far away. Only then have I really let it go.

I know I’m not alone in the struggle to “let it go.” Whether it’s an argument with a family member, a picture from a relationship long since past, a ticket stub from your first concert, or the tupperware from your next door neighbor. What I know, but still have a hard time practicing, is that letting go will simply MY life. It will simply MY feelings. It will allow ME to move on to the next big thing that comes along. If I let it go, I’m the one that comes out ahead.

What has Google done to us?

I read an article not too long ago how the internet has corrupted our way of getting to know people. With so much information available in so many virtual spaces, we’re able to find an extraordinary amount of “stuff” on people we don’t even know. How that affects are perception of people can sometimes be really negative, or really positive. Take Google for instance. I love it, don’t get me wrong, and I’ve become a pro at Googling things… jobs, vacations, men, myself. You can type in anything you want in that little search field, and the results you get back are unimaginable – current employment, personal profiles, road race results – everything short of a social security number. Companies now google job candidates, and individuals now Google potential dates (I KNOW I’m not alone in this people – you know who you are).

But do you know what I’ve realized? I don’t like it. I don’t like knowing what I’m getting before I see it for myself. It’s like when you’re a kid – you want so badly to know what you’re getting for Christmas, or your birthday – you scour the house, under the bed, high on closet shelves, kitchen cabinets – anywhere you can think those hidden gems might be stashed. When you finally find what you’re looking for, BOOM!, there goes the surprise, suddenly there’s no fun in the wait to find out what gifts are in store. Then, when you actually do open the gifts, you’re forced to fake surprise, just so your parents didn’t know you had been up to no good. It’s a lousy sequence of feelings: the challenge of the search (which is the only fun part), momentary excitement when you discover the gift, followed by the let down that there’s no one to share the moment with, combined with the guilt of knowing something you’re not supposed to, and then, and maybe the worst part, having to fake the actual emotions when you finally get the present.

It’s the same with dating. And I’ll fully admit I’ve fallen victim to it. Who as hasn’t done a little “googling” when you meet someone you’re interested in? It’s soooo easy just to type that name in and see what comes up. But at the same time, nothing good is supposed to be easy – so when you find a little nugget of information about someone you don’t really know, it’s easy to misinterpret things, react a certain way, form an opinion, and get yourself all worked up – without even knowing if what you’ve read is real!

We all know we can’t believe everything we read online – if we did, we’d all be at the doctors everyday with a different aliment. So why should we believe what we read, or don’t read, about people we don’t even know?

I’m a curious person. And all of my friends would also vouch that I’m also not a very patient person when it comes to getting what I want. When I find something I like, I tend to want it now (not in a spoiled way, but in a way that I’ll work really hard to get it sooner rather then later). So I admit it. It’s hard for me to sit back and wait for information to come to me, when I feel like I can go out and get it. But then you can’t find anything – or you find too much, and suddenly that feeling of instant gratification leaves a distaste in your mouth. You wish you could put that information back and pretend you never saw it. But it’s too late because you already know, and the surprise is ruined.

Technology is a curious thing. A blessing and a curse. When our world requires a certain urgency for immediate knowledge, the internet can be an amazing resource. Yet, in a world where we need to be patient, relaxed, and let things play out on a natural course, Google can suddenly become our worst enemy. I’m still deciding which one it is for me. The last 24 hours it’s been leaning towards the latter of the two, although I’m not ready to say why. But I’m going to leave it alone awhile, work on my patience, let Google search for things that are actually worth searching for, and leave the surprise to be left a surprise.

Exercise + Money = Not a Bad Gig

Last time I was here I told you about the brand ambassador gig I was going to be a part of for the next month. The one I mentioned that I was going to a training for and would not be wearing anything that I had to shove myself into. Well, turns out I don't have to wear anything embarrassing, just yoga pants and a t-shirt, all day, everyday. Then, I walk 20 minutes to get to the store on Newbury St., and spend 8 hours a day showing people how to use a Wii Fitness game (EA Sports Active Personal Trainer). When there's no one in the store, what am I supposed to do? Use it myself! Which basically means I'm getting paid to work out. Not a bad gig.

If anyone is in the area, let me know - you can come by the store to say hi, and try it out. We're not selling it at the store, we're literally just giving people the opportunity to try out the program, see what they think, and have a little fun. The store is at 156 Newbury St. and it's open until December 15th.

Oh. And in typical Sarah style, my picture managed to end up in the Boston Globe because of it. I didn't plant it there I promise, but a nice little article on "temporary stores" ran this past Monday. As the article continued onto page A10, I was greeted with a surprising large mirror image of yours truly working out.

Here's a little more info: http://www.facebook.com/EASPORTSActive and for the grand finale, a look at how much fun you can have...

Yes. I'm Still Here...

Ok. First of all, if you're reading this, I want to give you a big giant THANK YOU. Because that means you've still been curious about when a new blog post would show up, despite the fact that it's been three weeks (or more) since my last one. Second, I promise I'm going to be more consistent about posting - even though I know I said that before. I obviously want to create a following on here, and I also know I'm being counterproductive by not giving you anything to read!

So as someone who tends to set a lot of goals, here's a new one: Post to Some Girl's Blog a minimum of 3 times a week.

Alright, enough of the apologies and list making, and on to what's been happening!

SG26

Girl's Gotta Work!

So in my quest to find what I want to be doing, I've realized two things:

1. It's good to try everything at least once

2. I'll pretty much do anything (excluding anything illegal and soul selling) for money - no matter how much

When I left my job at the Jimmy Fund, I went to work at a restaurant - actually, a sports bar right at Fenway. I've worked in a restaurant before, everything from family focused to fine dining, so a Red Sox bar was a piece of cake. It was also a ton of fun. I made good money, met some good friends, and even got a few good dates. But with the Sox season coming to an end earlier then most of us had hoped, the money faded - and fast. So fast that I could barely afford to work there any longer, which is why I had to leave.

I've done focus groups. The easiest $75 I made was trying a razor for 2 weeks. Free Razor + $75 = a happy girl.

I've been babysitting for people in my building. Some pay $15 an hour, some pay $8. I try to stick with the higher paying peeps, but like I said, girl's gotta pay the bills!

And now, my newest paid venture is going to be working as a "Brand Ambassador" - you know who they are. The girls who come into the bar on a busy night wearing clothes 3 sizes too small and knee high boots - offering free shots of liquor (please keep in mind, I'm not type casting, I'm just giving you the truth - because they came into my restaurant all summer!). Or they might be the girls standing on the side of the street, passing out free energy drinks or packs of gum.

I, however, will not cram myself into clothes that show off every bulge, dimple, and love handle (yes, I have them, I'm not perfect and won't try to be) - I will however, put on a pair of yoga pants in order to sell the next "fit video game" for Wii!

That's right people. I'm going to brand ambass for a new video game, for a system I don't even own. The good news is, is that I like yoga, I'll get a workout doing this, and I'm getting paid quite well.

My first training is today,where I'll get to learn how to play and operate the game (I hope). And then I start on Monday. So to quote an already over quoted movie... "SHOW ME THE MONEY!"

I'm Leaving to Watch Movies

I'm having a hard time being diligent about making blog posts. I guess because I'm still wondering how many people are even interested in what I have to say. I don't want to bombard the few (yet incredibly important!) followers that I have. I also haven't quite figured out the art of when, and what to write.

Initially I thought I would write about my daily life - my journey through a time when I'm not sure what's coming next. But that's kind of evolved I suppose into some reflective entries, some funny entries (I laughed when I wrote them, but I tend to think I'm funnier then I might be!), and some with a lot of emotion.

I haven't really written anything about what I've been doing. Maybe that's because I'm not even sure! My days get passed, I spend a lot of time on my computer - sometimes writing emails, other times writing multiple business plans - brainstorming new ideas for what I want to do, or what I think I can do. I end up on Facebook every now and then, and I come back to my blog to see if i've had any additional hits in the last hour (most of the time the answer is no, it's just me adding another count).

Today I watched the movie "Milk" - wow. Talk about a fantastic piece of work. One of the things I wanted to do when I left my job was watch more movies. That might sounds like a lame thing to do, but I've never really watched a ton of movies. I was always a TV girl. When there wasn't much time to watch anything, I felt better committing 30 minutes to Talk Soup rather then 2 hours to the latest George Clooney flick.

So I guess that's one thing I'm doing - catching up on good movies that actually inspire me, or make me think differently.

I'm doing some freelance work - writing, marketing, and I have a handful of "real jobs" in the pipeline... I just need to wait it out, see how things fall into place.

Right now I'm wondering if this post still even has your attention? If it does, thank you for making it this far. And if it doesn't, well I guess you're not that interested!

The Real Reality TV

I worked in cancer for 4 years. I loved my job, but everyday I thought about cancer. Sure, I was raising money to fight the disease, to work to find a cure, or at least a way to control it. More importantly, I worked with people who had been affected first hand. Family members had fought a battle. Many had won, many had lost. Cancer is a very powerful thing. Very real. And something that still evokes a powerful emotional response within me, despite the fact that I no longer work in the environment daily.

I've been blessed that none of my immediate family or close friends have faced the disease. That's not to say I haven't had friends of friends. Or family of friends. I've known many people who put up very triumphant fights, and sadly, the fight has not always been enough.

I ran the Boston Marathon twice for Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. I did my own fundraising, inspired by those that I worked with, those that were working so hard to find a way to conquer cancer. I wanted to do my part - but I want to do more. We all need to do more.

Where is this coming from? I'll be honest and tell you it came from television. I watch Brothers & Sisters - it's on Sunday nights at 10 pm. This show has brought me to tears. In fact, there are uncontrollable streams coming down my cheeks as I write this. The show is incredibly realistic, heartfelt, something that many people can unfortunately relate to. I just watched last nights episode and it reminded me of how real this disease is. How much it affects a person, a family, a friend - a stranger. The story line involves a main character facing stage four lymphoma. In the episode, her hair began to fall out, so she shaved her head. A song by The Fray became the soundtrack for the process - and the cumulative partnership of the plot and the music led me to this state. This state in which I realize that what I'm watching is a televised version of real life. Real women who are forced to shave their head because of cancer. Real women, and real men - real families who are dealing with such a traumatizing battle.

After working in a field in which cancer is the center of my day, the motivation behind my work, the reason that I had a job, I've realized that the role it plays in my life is large. And while I'm blessed that I've been free from this disease, and that my family has avoided it's rearing head, we can never be certain for what the future holds.

So to anyone that reads this that may have felt the affects of cancer in one way or another, please, have hope, please, be strong, and please make some contribution, no matter how big or how small, whether it's volunteering or raising money, please help put an end to this disease.

www.dana-farber.org

Deciding to Move Forward

Decision making is powerful tool. When one is made, it suddenly gives you the visibility you need in order to move forward. Decisions can be a burden. Weighing the options of one choice versus the options of the other. Considering the pros and cons of each. Thinking about the long term and how the decision you make might affect you in the future. Decisions can be stressful, causing an unexpected weight on your mind, energy, outlook - your overall level of living.

And people want to weigh in. People like to give their input, and often times, we ask for it. Making a decision for yourself can be especially burdensome, but equally empowering if you're confident in your choice and true to gut.

My Mom reads this book, "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" - she loves it, uses it as a mantra. At first, I thought it was silly, but then I looked through it, and I can see why it's helpful for her. We're faced with so many decisions on a daily basis - just think about your normal everyday routine. From whether or not to push the snooze alarm an extra time (I always do...), to what to wear, whether to bring lunch or eat out, which project to tackle first, whether to have the afterwork cocktail or hit the gym... Our life is based on decision making. And these are just the tiny, day to day choices!

Over the past year, I've made some very big decisions - ones I'm proud of, but in a strange way intimidated by. When I made the decision to leave my job, I knew how challenging things might become, and that I would have to hold myself accountable for all my choices, actions, and decisions moving forward. I made such a big decision, that something as small as what to make for dinner shouldn't stress me out... but it sometimes does.

I've realized that when we're able to come to a conclusion, come to a decision on something that we've spent countless hours pondering, it's empowering. It provides a sense of strength, confidence, and relief if you let it. There can be no regrets. No looking back. Only moving on, embracing the choice you made, taking the consequences and the outcome, and going forward.

Color of Light

I'm happy to be home in my apartment at this very moment. The sun is setting in a way that I might not otherwise have seen. It's turning my walls a brilliant shade of gold - streaming in through my window, bouncing off the different colors in my rooms. Off the stainless steel of the fridge, the pale pink and brown in my bedroom, the dark cherry wood in my living room. It's all a vibrant gold - one I'm not able to capture on film, my camera won't do it justice. The intensity of the color is now slowly fading... the gold has now turned softer, the walls are returning to their previous state of neutral.

The color of the light came and went within a matter of minutes, not to be revisited today. Perhaps it will return again tomorrow. If not, I'm content that I witnessed such a kaleidoscope of color, a splash of brilliancy for three minutes, just now in this moment.

Get Your GroupOn!

I just found out about the best site ever! I signed up a week ago, and everyday I've gotten a "coupon" for something to do in Boston - huge discounts at restaurants, salon services, today is even for yoga classes.

It's available in a bunch of cities, check it out!

http://www.groupon.com/boston/

I Knew It!

I'm not cynical - far from it. I'm also not an "I told you so!" kind of person. But something just happened that is so perfect, so funny, and I feel fine saying, "See?! I told you so!"

As a follow up to my previous entry, The Etiquette of Social Pleasantries" I have to fill you in on the conversation (or maybe lack there of!) that just transpired with the said doorman.

Me: "Hello!"

Doorman: "How are you today?"

Me: "I'm good thanks!" Period. Done. End of statement. No question in return. Finished.

Doorman: "I'm grrrreat thank you."

I didn't ask. I didn't not ask on purpose, I just didn't ask, because I didn't feel like it. Well, doorman responded anyway! See?! It's routine, it's expected, it's what he says to everyone! I bet you he isn't great. I bet you he's unhappy with his job, maybe even with life - that's why he's just on repeat! Poor guy....

Although I didn't mean for the entry into my apartment building to become an experiment in social behavior, it kind of became one. And I'd like to say that my theory proved true!

Quote for Today...

"Enjoy yourself. It's later then you think."

Engraving on a random bench by the Charles...

The Etiquette of Social Pleasantries...

Doorman: "How are you today?"

Me: "I'm good thanks, how are you?"

Doorman: "I'm grrrreat" (imagine an underly enthusiastic tone despite the amount of "r's"

Me: "I'm glad"

Doorman: "Have a grrrreat day!" (now imagine an even LESS enthusiastic tone, coupled with a complete lack of genuine meaning, and a sense that the same statement has been made at least 50 times within the last two hours.)

Call me cynical, but I would rather forego all conversation together, rather then involve myself in something lacking so much actual emotion and concern. These few statements were so scripted by what we're "supposed" to say to each other. It's in his job description to make nice with the building residents - but nothing about our 30 second exchange of words was nice. Even the smile was fake! Now, I'm not asking for said doorman to take a care about what is really happening in my life - but he could at least change up his script, and maybe, on a good day, add a bit of authenticity to his otherwise monotone statements.

I had a very enlightening conversation with one of my best friends, about a year ago now. We were discussing this very topic, and how when someone asks "how are you" - they very rarely want you to respond with the honest truth. When the question "how are you" is asked, the questioning person expects a short, easy to respond, socially excepted answer "fine thanks, you?"

What if we rearranged the script? What if someone said "How are you?" And I responded with something like "Oh, I'm crumbling on the inside" (I'm not, this is just an example). Or, "I'm totally overworked, overstressed, need to lose 10 lbs, and miserable." What if someone actually gave an honest reply rather then the anticipated answer?

Maybe we'd all learn a little bit more then we'd like to, but we'd also be more aware of how we answer questions, and also, when and how we ask them.

Be genuine in your social question and answer sessions - even if it's just adding a nice smile. Chances are you and your conversation partner will both get more out of it.

"I'm much to young to feel, this damn old." You said it Garth. Country songs always tell the truth. They may be a little dramatic sometimes, but they always seem to get it right, whether we want to admit it or not.

I read a couple years ago, that as adults, we tend to reach our "physical peak" at 25. I guess that was pretty accurate, because here I am 26 and I feel the pain. A night of drinking wreaks havoc on my body for the next 24 hours, I'm stiff when I wake up in the morning, and I can't reach my toes when I bend over - not without a little work.

And now, it's my back. Without being able to put a trigger to my sudden onset of pain, I did something to my lower back that caused me to spend the entire day, flat on my back, using ice, and excessive amounts of Advil for the past 8 hours. I've gotten up and walked a little bit around my apartment, I've done gentle stretching, and I've posted notes around my living room and kitchen that say "My back is healing. My back is ok" (if you're confused, read The Secret.)

Despite the fact that my back is throbbing, I have faith it'll feel a little better tomorrow. And being home all day today gave me the privilege of watching the sun come up and later transition into a beautiful sunset. My apartment turned a beautiful gold color for about 3 minutes, that I wouldn't have gotten to see if I weren't here.

Ice. Stretch. Breathe. Ice. Stretch. Breathe. Ice. Stretch. Breath.... Advil.

A Lesson on Ladybugs....

I was cleaning the windows of my apartment this morning, and noticed a small ladybug on the screen in my bedroom. As I moved to clean the large, picture window in my living room, I noticed two more. Intrigued by the fact that there were three ladybugs so close to each other, I looked a little harder outside - only to find several more flying around.

This got me thinking about ladybugs, and whether a grouping of them "means something" to which I then turn to the trusty internet to find out.

I might not be so interested, but ladybugs have always had a role in my life. My Mom always called me "Love Bug" as a kid (and still does sometimes...) - characterizing a Love Bug with ladybugs. She gave me small stuffed animals, often put ladybug stickers on cards she sent.

When I was in the 4th grade, my family got a puppy that we eventually decided to name Lady. Primarily because she always sat with her front paws crossed. Her nickname quickly became Ladybug - for no other reason then the fact that it just rolled off the tongue. (We put Lady to sleep a few years ago, but her picture is above...)

So after seeing this swarm of ladybugs outside my window, and after doing a little research, I come to find the following:

1. The Ladybug has a short life cycle, therefore, it teaches us "to release worries and enjoy our lives to the fullest."

2. A ladybug is seen as a messenger of promise, fearless, and bringing joy.

3. "When the ladybug appears, it is telling us to get our of our own way and allow the great spirit to enter our lives."

Call it corny, but I find meaning in everything. And after reading up on ladybugs and their perceived meaning, I think I treasure them even more. I hope the little pack of them stays near my window for awhile...

http://www.experienceproject.com/stories/Love-Ladybugs/141399

Crowns and Classic Fu Manchu...

We all have that weird family member. The one who know one really understands and avoids at all cost during family get togethers. The cliche cast of characters consist of overbearing Aunts, Grandmothers who make us ugly sweaters or disgusting "treats". Maybe it's a manic sibling, or an annoying cousin with an annoyingly perfect life.

For me, it's an Uncle. And he's just straight up weird. At my cousins' wedding a few years back, the man rocked a legit fu man chu mustache. I'm talking skinny and long, with a little curl at the end... it was gross. And weird. And my poor cousin will forever have that image in her wedding pictures. If it was done out of humor, that would be one thing, but this guy grew it because he actually thought it looked good.

I'm sure my Uncle has a number of fine qualities about him. I, however, choose not to find them because I rarely come face to face with him. Living on opposite sides of the country also helps quite a bit.

The Uncle of whom I speaking, just spent a few days with my dad and other Uncle. The three brothers went "elk hunting" in Colorado. Luckily for the elk, it was hot out, and the hard work of climbing a mountain at 9,000 feet everyday proved too much of a challenge for three 60 something brothers. Thus, their 9 day trip was cut down to a grand total of 3 days.

I checked my email last night and found a short, yet hysterical email from my dad. While I don't necessarily like the idea of hunting, I have to say the potential sacrifice of an animal or two may have been worth it just so I could have heard this from my dad: "Your Uncle managed to find a Burger King crown and wore it hunting. But I made it go away."

Ummm.... I'm sorry but what?! A crown from Burger King?

I don't like to judge. So I won't. If you knew my Uncle, you'd see the hilarity of that. But since you don't, just imagine it... A 60 year old man, with a creepy mustache and an even creepier cardboard crown on his head, yielding a huge gun while climbing a mountain in camouflage. Awesome. Rock on Uncle.

I Needed My Sandwich Standby

Sometimes I have a day when I just need an extra peanut butter and honey sandwich. That's my sandwich of choice by the way. I have my Mom to thank for introducing me to the wonderful blend of crunchy, salty, peanuts, mixed with sweet and creamy honey.

I had that sandwich as a kid, I had that blend on Ritz crackers as an after school snack, and I still have that sandwich on a day like today. A day that I need a little comfort, a little rest, and a little taste of something familiar.

I've been doing a lot of cooking lately, in fact, I just bought a food processor/blender which I've definitely been having fun with. I've made strawberry smoothies for breakfast, I made a butternut squash soup featuring finely diced apples and onions - quite delicious. I've also bought crushed tomatoes for a homemade tomato sauce, and an oversized can of black beans to make a spicy bean dip.

I love to cook and try new foods, but when there aren't too many stable things in life right now, it's nice to know that my standby of peanut butter and honey never fails me.

SG26

My Jigsaw Life

For years, I had all my pieces except one. Fabulous friends, a job that I loved, family that supported all my decisions, and an amazing apartment in the city. Everything was there, fitting so perfectly together, just waiting for that last piece of the puzzle to uncover itself – the man. The boyfriend. The partner who could “complete me” – or complete my life puzzle.

He hasn’t showed up yet– not the perfect fit anyway. And it’s not for lack of trying. I’ve given a variety of pieces a whirl - some with an edge, some a little too smooth, one that had so many angles the thought of making it fit drove me to a panic attack. Maybe he's hiding in another box.

It struck me the other day, as I was thinking about my life, the missing male piece, and the way my pieces are laid out now, how much our existence is similar to a jigsaw puzzle. All the aspects that make up our lives – love, work, friends, family, traveling, dreams, reality – everything needs to get placed together in a certain way to make it all fit. And fit well.

I think about one of those puzzles I had as a kid, three quarters made up by sky – countless pieces of blue that fit together in someway. And how many pieces needed to be tried before finding just the right one. Some came close, and I’d try to make it work, but I always knew it when I found it. The process was often frustrating for me – the challenge of putting something so big together, having to try so many pieces (my lack of patience didn’t, and to this day doesn’t help me). But when I was able to finally finish it off, find the next connecting piece, I always felt a sense of accomplishment and elation.

Jigsaw puzzles take a long time to complete. Some sit on tables for weeks, months even, with the framework in place, but the middle yet to be constructed. And every so often, the builder goes back, and tries a new piece in a new place with a new attitude. Sometimes it fits, sometimes it doesn’t.

I think we all have a life puzzle. Today, at age 26, mine looks like this: a solid border constructed with pieces scattered in an organized, yet chaotic groupings on the inside. Divided into jobs, friends, places I want to go, and bills I need to pay. I look at each day, trying to fit a few pieces together – my patience still lacking, but I’m working on that too. I’ll keep trying new pieces, building off my edge, and have faith that with a little work, everything will begin to fit –even the ones that are still missing.

Meet Some Girl

Some Girl decided that it was time for a change. Time for a new challenge, a new adventure, a new passion. Some Girl committed to her decision, left her job, and took a leap of faith. Not knowing what would be the "next big thing", unsure of what the future would hold, and relying on her gut instinct, Some Girl left stability behind, to wander a winding path, in search of Some Thing...

Here, you and I both, will get to hear about Some Girl... and follow the adventures, exploration, and emotion of the unknown.

SG26