Aint No Shame…

Friends, we have to be fearless in spite of ourselves.

The kind of fearless that lets you freely breathe (an inhale of air that makes your whole body zing).

The kind of fearless that makes you loudly giggle (its weightless, but carries gravity as it shimmies out of your body).

The kind of fearless that leaves you with peace (your soul literally smiles, brightening your entire being).

If any of that made sense to you, I must tell you now–yes, I’m a guru.

A life guru.

Lies, Sarah, lies. Except I have to tell you that when I watch Matthew McConaughey in those Lincoln commercials I feel like I know exactly what he’s talking about. (“Sometimes you gotta go back to actually move forward. I know there are those who say you can’t go back. Yes, you can – just have to look in the right place.” –Matthew McConaughey/Lincoln Ad)

There might be something wrong with me. Just deal, or click away from this blog post…

Back to fearless, don’t get me wrong, there are healthy doses of fear that keep you alive, but you shouldn’t fear being yourself.

The most beautiful people I know, who I crave to be in their presence, are those who are vivacious seekers of joy–they make their own fun and own who they are.

Their fearless personalities are infectious and when I’m in their company it’s like free-falling into a pool of bubbles.

At this point you’re thinking, “Sarah has lost her mind…”

I’m still here, (half)sane as ever, I promise.

Let me try to paint the picture for you of actually falling into a pool of bubbles…

You know the feeling of ‘falling’ off your bed, when you were dead asleep? It’s equally terrifying and exhilarating. Now mix that sensation with feeling wrapped in the heat of summer and then suddenly, a cool breeze blows by you, this wind carries cold bubbles that start to burst against your face, your skin…

Fearless people strangely coerce you into the uncomfortable and no matter the outcome you feel liberated, refreshed by joining them.

Does that make sense?

Now imagine the opposite of fearless.


These people in social settings attack fun like a bulldog. They are so fearful of a good time that it actually angers them because somehow they feel embarrassed by having fun.

In turn, they are dead set on being serious ALL. THE. TIME.

Have you found yourself around someone who takes themselves so seriously they literally suck the fun out of the air? You find yourself starved just by being in the same room as them, to the point you don’t know whether to punch them in the face or tell the crudest joke in the history of ever to see if they might crack or simply to watch their red face explode.

Eek, disregard how violent that all sounded, but seriously.

Do. Not. Be. The. Fun. Killer.

I tell my daughters all the time, you cannot take yourself too seriously. Everyone makes mistakes, doesn’t have it all figured out, and experiences embarrassment at some point, but how long you suffer is usually up to you. Mostly, it’s the length of time you take yourself too seriously.

No, this doesn’t apply to all situations, but for the day to day–this is fundamental: Laugh. It. Off. (You’ll be better for it.)

Find friends, people, anyone who genuinely lives to make people feel the thrill of bubbles bursting against their face and keep them close, build relationships with these people.

I have found so much comfort in my own skin by being loved by this type of person…

Being around them has taught me to find the humor in my own quirks, helped me to laugh (even louder) when I’ve landed in the backend of a joke, and given me a ruthless tenacity to share with others that this life, your only one, can be miserable or jubilant.

Even failures can be hilarious, like when you surface in the wrong outfit choice…Like me.


Hello from the side of feeling sorry for whoever the bridesmaid was forced to wear this dress…

(Yes, I’m laughing with you…and so did others (at me), like the people in the store, hysterically, mind you.)

I took the above picture in a vintage shop, while searching for a perfect 80’s outfit for my husband’s surprise birthday party. (Clearly, I am still ruled by vanity because instead of wearing the Fluffy-Emerald-Gem pictured above, I went for the Can’t-Miss-Me-Gold pictured below.)

Several of our friends/family took the plunge with me and dressed to celebrate Travis. The immeasurable joy it brings me to look back at this memory and know that we have been blessed and surrounded by fun seekers, those who are willing to fall face first for the sake of happiness makes my heart swell.


Travis surrounded by babes of the 80’s

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Push against your own boundaries, take a chance on yourself.  Be the smile, the joy, the roar in the room that demands a good time…life will taste better, I promise.

Cheers to owning yourself, unapologetically.



p.s. Thank you for all of our amazing friends/family who made Travis’ 30th birthday one for the books.  We love you.

Author: Sarah Black

I'm a self-professed 'Drama Mama'...of four daughters, I blog to (over)share my stories on learning to maintain my sanity by strictly eating laughter in the emotional land of motherhood while trying to keep my husband from running away from the sheer amount of estrogen flooding our house.

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