Sarah Snow

  • Jogging Thoughts: What Could Have Been With Medicine

    Jogging Thoughts: What Could Have Been With Medicine

    Sometimes I wonder what kind of teacher I could have been had I been properly medicated for my thyroid issue. I don’t think I would have exactly been Jaime Escalante, but still. I think I could have been a lot more fun… or perhaps a lot less secretly miserable.

  • Wild Life Sighting: Not A Dolphin, Nor Manatee…

    Wild Life Sighting: Not A Dolphin, Nor Manatee…

    …It doesn’t get much more “Florida” than this! It’s true what they say; if you don’t bother the alligators, the alligators don’t bother you. Still, it’s a bit unsettling how they disappear without a trace beneath the dark spring’s waters.

  • Memories #1 and #2: Finding Tiny Kitty a New Home (And Passing Checkpoint #3 in Duolingo)

    Memories #1 and #2: Finding Tiny Kitty a New Home (And Passing Checkpoint #3 in Duolingo)

    After six beautiful weeks, we found tiny kitty a new home where there are no birdies to eat. And not just any home–this weekend, we drove Tiny Kitty across Florida to my dear friend Gracie, her thoughtful son, and her exceptional cat (Puck). I couldn’t ask for a better home for him to grow and thrive. Sometimes, the hard way is the right way.

  • On Healthy Relationships: Maybe Love *Should* Be Conditional

    On Healthy Relationships: Maybe Love *Should* Be Conditional

    When I was younger, the most romantic thought in my head was that someone could love me unconditionally, in spite of all my flaws and faults and myriad poor life choices–so I made that my goal in my endeavors. To be able to love people (friends, family, romantic partners) without conditions. That road? The road of absolute, unconditional, “I will do anything, put up with anything, sacrifice anything for you” kind of love? That road leads to unhealthy relationships.

  • Happy Surprise: I AM SUDDENLY OKAY TODAY (?!)

    Happy Surprise: I AM SUDDENLY OKAY TODAY (?!)

    Two days ago, I wrote a frustrated blog post at like 4 a.m. about how absolutely terrible and awful I felt. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just a vent because that’s what happens every time I lift a delicate little weight. Sarah cast “CURE”! Today, I feel like the health fairy sprinkled magic […]

  • It’s 2 a.m. and I am in so much pain.

    It’s 2 a.m. and I am in so much pain.

    I woke up because every muscle in my body is on fire. Existing hurts. I did ten minutes of light yoga and walked 9k steps yesterday. The day before, I completed four exercises with 6lb weights or body weights. This isn’t DOMS. This is an autoimmune flare. Again. Sunday, I felt great. Good enough to […]

  • Why Planning Ahead is Hard with an Autoimmune Condition

    Why Planning Ahead is Hard with an Autoimmune Condition

    I realize today why I hate making plans: I never know how I will feel in the future. I never know if I will have to cancel, or if I will have grit my teeth and force myself through it in the name of being a good friend, a good daughter, a good ally, a good person. Only to collapse after.

  • The Complexity of “How Are You?”

    The Complexity of “How Are You?”

    “How are you?” I never can tell if the asker is serious and actually wants to know, or just stating a pre-defined, shallow pleasantry. I suppose that’s a #neurodiversity problem. As a woman with a glorious and vivid case of ADHD, I’ve overshared my whole life. How SHOULD someone respond to that question in 2022?

  • Kayaking Into the Sunset: Our Bioluminescence Tour in Titusville

    Kayaking Into the Sunset: Our Bioluminescence Tour in Titusville

    There are only five places in the world where one can find bioluminescence like this, and Titusville is #1 — and only a forty-five minute drive away from our home. Off we went on our latest adventure!

  • My Memory List: An Exercise For Mental Health

    My Memory List: An Exercise For Mental Health

    My lovely friend Mindy does this fascinating thing where, at the start of a given year, she writes down all the memories she wants to create — and then blogs about them as she intentionally makes those memories, a loving time capsule of joy. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a glorious exercise in positive mental health.

  • On Identity and Grief: I Am Not One Thing

    On Identity and Grief: I Am Not One Thing

    Who wants to read from every chapter in a very jumbled and random book? It’s then that I realize: there it is again, that very complicated grief. The only person who’d want to read that book would be…

  • The Prodigal Father

    The Prodigal Father

    Tonight, I’m left wondering: How was Telemachus supposed to feel after his father, Odysseus, returned home–and learned that dear old Dad like… slept with all these chicks and endangered all his crewmates and MAIMED SOME RANDOM CYCLOPS WHO WAS SIMPLY MINDING HIS BUSINESS?

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