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My latest song is making waves on Facebook

I especially love this song because it was born from a moment of tinkering. I almost always write my songs by finding a little piece of something that sounds nice to my ear (in this case, that little opening piano bit), then turning on my recorder and seeing what comes out.

I really intended to write a serious song. The first verse was born out of a moment of pain thinking about the shit-storm the world seems to be in right now. And then...well, that chorus came out and I cracked myself up and thought, "I guess we're going this way now."

So take a listen. Share on Facebook. And get out there and do the bare minimum today. I insist. :)

That Part of the Show ("Fantasy Suite")

When you love/hate The Bachelor, you gotta write about it. I was part of the Pop Culture MixTape this summer (a show where comedians can do anything they'd like BUT STANDUP on a topic of their choice) and I wrote three songs about The Bachelor.

I still perform these songs all over town, and sometimes even get people to sing along to them. It's too much fun. Too much!

Here's one of 'em. Enjoy!

What Love Looks Like

When one-half of one of your favorite couples approaches you and asks you to write a love song for the other half for their anniversary, you say yes. 

Keith and Micheal have been together for over a decade, and Keith often posts little stories about the two of them on Facebook called "What Love Looks Like." 

I sat down with Keith and found out more details about their relationship, and this is the song that he showed to Micheal on their anniversary. I hope you enjoy it, too...it's long been one of my favorites. (I'll also be performing it at my newest one woman show on 11/28/17. Hope to see you there!)

"Where are You Going?"

2017 is the year of creation for me. I hope you'll indulge me a bit as I do so...so some posts here will be "how to" and a lot of them will be like this...just me and an instrument and whatever happens to be occupying my heartspace at the moment. 

I don't always write silly songs. The first line of this song popped into my head earlier and the structure loosely follows my journey through relationships: from the girl who based some of her self-worth on attention from some dude to the woman who says, "I have a wonderfully full and joyful life. Join me?"

Thanks for listening/watching/sharing. Happy 2017 to you, my friends!

xoxo, Sarah

Playing the Self-Improvement Long Game

Self-improvement doesn't happen overnight. 

It also shouldn't happen overnight. 

You're good and loveable and wonderful NOW, regardless of your (perceived or real) "pending improvements."

I talk in this video about the "long game" of self-improvement and how I've simply been taking the time to "notice" lately, rather than rush to fix or tweak. 

As someone who struggles with self-beat-up, this is a useful exercise. Because sometimes when you sit with your shortcomings, you might notice that they're not so bad after all. 

Watch the video and let me know what you think!

On Messiness (and Why It's Okay to Be So)

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It didn't take long before we figured out he wasn't like the other kids. 

It was a short improv workshop for five junior high aged boys. And while the other four happily made up scenes about workers in Wal-mart, funny grandmas and one very imperious king, this boy consistently made choices that involved affairs, drinking, drugs, violence and a number of other things that are generally shocking to hear from a 12 year old. 

It's not as if kids aren't exposed to those things at that age, but the other boys were far more adept at innocent play, while this kid seemed stuck in a filthy loop that even made me cringe a time or two (and I've said "fuck" at family friendly shows at least three times).

As teachers, we did our best to help guide him to a different space, to not simply go for the joke, but to try to come up with real moments, funny or not. 

After the class, one of the moms explained why this boy might be behaving the way he did. At twelve, he had experienced more heartache and upheaval in a few short years than most of us will experience in this lifetime. 

But the thing is...I already knew that. Maybe not the details, but I did know that something was there.

That's because improv is an art form where you can't hide.

There's no script, costumes or set to mask anything. It requires that the artist become their "youest you", so unless you're very, very good in real life at hiding your shit, it's gonna come through when you're making things up on the spot...even if it is just for fun. 

The beauty of doing what I do is that it forces you to take a hard look at yourself and try to do better...if not for yourself, then at least those around you. 

The shitty part of doing what I do is that it forces you to take a hard look at yourself and try to do better. 

I like to chant this little mantra: "I'm perfect just the way I am...I just need a little tweaking."

Sometimes it's easy to wallow in the things I feel need tweaking. To only see shortcomings, or to only feel challenged by situations where I don't handle things as my best self. 

I've found though, that sometimes I just have to sit with my tweakings, as uncomfortable as it makes me, and just see what happens. To let myself be messy and not-so-together and real

I worry in these messy times that I am not easy to love. I buy in a little to the lie that if I don't stop being messy, I'll lose the love of my loved ones. 

HOGWASH. (Yes, HOGWASH.)

Life is messy. People are messy. Loving and being loved is messy.

Even joy can be messy, surprising us when we least expect it.