Sarah Haskins, how I love thee

Well, that was successful.

Okay, last week I promised to write here more.  I failed.  I'm sorry.  I've been busy pruning my I-have-way-more-than 25-things-about-me-because-I-am-so-goddamn-interesting piece for facebook.   In the meantime, everyone should see this.  (Warning: it might make you cry, unless you have a cold, cold heart like I do)

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My Moment of Earnesty (More to Come!)

Very often, when I sit down to write, my first sentence is this: I haven’t written in so long. So I’ll skip that and say this: I am going to write here regularly. Maybe not every day, possibly about not much, but words on the screen, for sure. I’m also going to try something else – something scary. I’ve noticed that it’s always the things that scare me the most that end up being the most fulfilling -- driving across the country in search of a new place to live, starting my first band, getting on the train from Helsinki to St. Petersburg, accompanied only by my apprehension. These were all huge turning points in my life. For instance, despite the insistence of my Swedish friends that Russia was full of mobsters who would surely kidnap and hold me for ransom, and the (pre-google) lack of traveler information, much less the difficulty I encountered procuring a visa to even get into the country, St. Petersburg was a crossroads -- partially for the challenge of it, and partially because of the unknown knowing. I had become obsessed with getting there. The only thing I knew for sure was that everything would be okay. Still, I was terrified. But I followed my instinct and got on that train. Not surprisingly, I felt safer on the streets of St. Petersburg than most American cities (as long as I was looking at the ground, that is – the Russians have a bad habit of not covering their potholes!), and I fell madly in love with a city so different in energy than any I had been to that I yearned for it until the moment stepped into my new love, Sarajevo, 7 years later.

My point – the thing I’m going to attempt to do differently -- is to pepper my writing with some honesty. There will surely still be pop culture/news snark, smash-the-patriarchy rants, and general pleading to come to my shows, and at some point, to buy my record/CD. I’m also going to share some stories about my travels and maybe even my life. I’ve done a lot and I’ve learned a lot. And I don’t necessarily think anyone wants to read about it. I’ll be writing, and more significantly, posting it for the whole world to see, simply because it scares the shit out of me.