Say, Sara- Successful?

Wow, I have definitely neglected my Say, Sara page for a while but it’s great to see that a few of you have sent in great questions! For those who have no idea what Say, Sara is you should click the link on the navigation bar and shoot me an email if you feel so inclined. The question that I  will be answering today has to do with blogging in general”

QUESTION TIME!
When did you first realize that your blog was successful?
(To me, a successful blog is one that has at least 50 followers/members, preferably ones you don't know.)
~Chynna

When I first began writing my blog I was so excited when I was able to say that I had five followers. Gaining followers to a blog is much more difficult than gaining followers on Twitter; therefore, it takes a bit more patience and time to know that what you want to say is being heard.
I considered my blog successful when I received an email from a reader that said something along the lines of how my words had inspired them. This made me feel amazing! Knowing that my words could reach even a single person was a fantastic achievement for me and still remains one of my greatest motivations in my life. That one message, and the many others that followed it, made me realize that I had something that could be considered valuable to some. I love reaching out to younger audiences as well. It makes me feel as though I have been able to help them through some of their bad days when I write something about being bullied or standing up for what’s right.
With all of that being said, I consider my blog an achievement on the basis that if I could make a difference for a single life, then I have done something worthwhile.

Thank you for the question!
Peace, love, and optimism,
Sara

If you would like to ask a personal question, ask for advice, or find out why my favorite food is sushi check out the Say, Sara page and hit me up!

That One Chick That Lives With Me

My mom is without a doubt, one of my biggest role models. She inspires me to stand up for what I believe in every single day. I know that she sometimes doesn't understand me and the things I do, but here's to you Mom. For always helping me get back on my feet after I've had a hard time.

I don't know what she ever did to deserve such strange kids, but she got landed with two of them. The great part about it is; I know she wouldn't trade me or my brother for the world.

This is the woman who taught me how to read, I think that in itself is enough to make a kid love you forever. When you open the door to the world of books for a child, you show them that anything truly is possible. And I know that sounds ridiculously cheesy. And I'm sure you've all heard the "Anything is possible" spiel before. And I'm also sure that some kid who heard it along with you said, "But you still can't fly!" And to that I say, Bull Honkery. When you read a book, you can do anything. You live through the eyes of that character. If they can fly, then so can you. (In your mind's eye of course). My mother taught me that as much as my father taught me that no matter what I put my mind to in life, giving up is not an option. But I'll save that one for father's day.

This is also the very same lady who raised me on R.E.M., The Beatles, Elton John, Green-Day, and Dave Matthews. Thanks for that as well, Mom. Sometimes if I mention an R.E.M. song in class, I get weird looks.
I guess My mother is also to blame for my love of music and instruments. A love that causes me both to be very happy and very angry with myself at times. I vow right here and now to my mom, that if I ever get a bag-pipe, I'll only play it outside. :)

Along with books and music, I think I got the creative gene from her as well. Provided that creativity is in fact something you can inherit. I know I have her stubbornness. Neither one of us are likely to back down from a fight when the other person or group of people are clearly in the wrong. We could be a great lawyer team, my mom and I. Honestly though, I'm still banking on hitting it big as a bounty hunting duo.

Sure, me and my mom fight sometimes, but we never stay mad at each other for very long. Even though she wouldn't want to admit it, I know that we're friends. But not in the way that you see some trashy parent and her 14 year old going to get matching tramp stamps. Nah, we're the English nerd friends who try to see who can stump the other with a big word's definition.

So thank you again, Mom. For being there for me through my various break downs. For holding my hand when I cry. For being a positive role model, and for loving me even through my bad days.
I think that Thor Zunior and Tonalucc would be quite proud of you. :)

Peace, Love, and Chopsticks,
                    Sara