Sing-Song Sunday: My High-School Rendition of "I'm Not Afraid of Anything"

First off: yes, I'm kinda cheating (posting this on Tuesday but setting it to appear to have been posted on Sunday). But in my defence, I already had it partially composed and was too tired to finish it and post it, sooo... my blog, my rules. ;)

Now, back to the post.

Okay, I'm about to go to Granville Island for the day with my Grandma Edna and little cousin Scotty, so I won't have time to do too much for today's post. But, a song that I preformed in high school keeps popping into my head, especially lately... it's called, I'm Not Afraid of Anything. But, in the song, you learn that the girl singing it really isn't as "scare-proof" as she would like to think.

I think it's rather self-explanatory as to why this is basically my anthem.

Give it a listen if you'd like! It's old, pitchy, shaky, amateur... and full of raw emotion. 

-Sarah

One Month. One Month Until I Gain a Bad-Ass Scar.

Pretty much how I'm feeling right now.

One month.

It's officially one month until June 25th, the day my head and neck gets sliced open and a piece of my hip bone is screwed into my top two vertebrae.

Sorry, I felt like being gory. But hey, it's accurate.

But I'll be honest here... I'm actually really nervous. I know that it's not strange to be nervous about a major operation, but I normally try to play it off and pretend that I'm not. Really, it's for my own benefit as much as it is for the people who I'm talking to who I don't want to freak out/make sad/annoy, etc. If I separate myself from those feelings enough, I can usually function. But when I start to think about it and reality starts hitting me, I have to wimp out and push it out of my mind.