The ond when i’m 24.


Dear Monday,

it was my birthday today. i am now a 24year old. Last year, when i turned 23, i told how freaked out i was. How scary being 23 felt (X)…i expected 24 to feel to same. Maybe even worst to be honest, but it doesn’t. This year i felt numb a little. Like i just didn’t care, i was to get it over with. My birthday just did not mean much to me and i didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. i’m 24, i’m lost, my mind is a mess 95% of the time and i’m the most unsure i have ever been about who i am and what i want, being 24 doesn’t change that. it doesn’t make it better or worst, it’s just a number. 

i guess, Monday, what i really want to say is that birthdays are there to celebrate one more year. it could have been the best year of your life or the most difficult one so far, but i feel like it’s just a set date to make you stop and think for a sec ; okay, i’m year older, what does it mean? Sometimes it freaks you out, sometimes it makes you happy and some years, like this one for me, you’ll just not care. 
Yours truly,

Sarah.

The one with the rain.


Dear Monday,

i’d like to talk about the weather today. Is that weird? I always felt like rainy days were special. It’s not something alot of people enjoy, but i do love my rain. The sound, the smell, they wave of umbrellas in the streets, i just enjoy the whole ambience. 

I specially like it when there’s a thunderstorm. When those happen, i open my window and close the lights. I let the weather give me a show. It calms me down more than anything else. I stay up at night just to enjoy the storm. I wish we had more of those. 

That’s all for today, i’m not feeling very inspired. Next Monday should be interesting, it will be my birthday.

Yours truly,

Sarah.

The One after a year.

Dear Monday,

I’ve been writing to you for one year now. How crazy is that? One year of letters. One year of ups and downs and monsters in my head. Thank you for listening. You’ve been very helpful. Writing those post always felt good when my mind was dark. Getting things out of my head, thing i don’t always say out loud helped me more then expected. We talked about thd bad days, the good ones, the sleepless nights and my fears. Sometimes it was random, sometimes it was deap, sometimes i had nothing to say for week, but i always came back to you.

And to all of you who read those letters, liked them and commented, thank you. You make me feel a little bit less alone. One of the many, many reasons why i love being a blogger. 

Yours truly,

Sarah.

The One when I Know Nothing


Dear Monday,

did you know i’m turning 24yrs old in less than a month. How crazy is that? And that made me think alot about where i am in life and how i feel in this big, crazy world. This is definitely a conversation for an other time, but this whole thinking made me realize something extremely important about myself : I know nothing.

I always expected that by the time i hit my mid20, i’d have all those little things figured out. I’m not talking about the big aspect of life, but just those little things. How to do my taxes, how to cook a meal without calling my mom, how to deal with all the grownup crap…well, i don’t. I really suck at being an adult to be honest. I see it everyday when i listen to my coworkers talk. I always feel like they just know things, things i should probably know too…it’s like I missed a class or something. I’m not saying i’m stupid because i know i’m not. I actually see myself as a smart person in general….it’s just when it comes to life, i’m still a kid who was push into an adult world without any explanation.

Yours Truly,

Sarah.

The One when i am a Dreamer….?


Dear Monday,

i’m writing this at the end of the day, i’ve been in bed a little while. Turning. Thinking. Overthinking. So, i decided that now would be a great time to talk and empty my head a little.

Today, my head was filled with the idea of being a dreamer. Which it’s something i always related too. There was never any doubts in my head. I am a dreamer…well, until lately. i’ve been feeling so lost, Monday, so out of reach. I always had thousands of goals, thousands of things i wanted to do, wanted to feel, but now, with this messy, messy, mind of mine, it’s like i don’t know where to look any more. I can’t find my dreams, i can’t find the motivation to really look for them either. I think adulthood is killing the dreamer in me, and this is scaring the shit out of me. Because what is life without dreams? 

i feel like i need to refocus everything. rethink everything…and if you are an anxious person like me, you know how terrifying this can be.

Yours truly,

Sarah.

The One After a While.


Dear Monday, 

it’s been a while and i’m sorry about that. I haven’t forget about you, my inspiration was just really low. I didn’t feel like I had much to tell you. Since the last time we spoke, i guess you can say i had my ups and downs. bad days, good days, a little mix of both. Happy, sad, good mood, crazy anxiety. I saw a little bit of everything. Today is fine, even with the lack of sleep, but i think i need a break from everything. Soon. Because guess what, Monday, i have a week off coming up soon and i think it’s gonna be good for my mind. Haven’t had a break in over a year, i need it. I deserve it.

I guess that’s all I have to say today Monday, i know it’s not much after such a long time, but i’m still trying to figure some things out.

Yours Truly,

Sarah.

The one when i’m bored at work.


Dear Monday,

i’m writing this while i’m stuck at work. i’m a barista in a coffeeshop downtown montreal and i love it, but when it’s quiet like that, my god, i wish i was anywhere else. So, i’m bored and decided to just write to you, Monday. It’s spring today, yayyy. i’m so excited for this time of the year. When we can finally go outside without the boots and the big winter coats and all that crap. i’m ready for sunshine and summer and ice cream. Spring always puts me in the best mood ever, i just love it. 

i still have 1h30 to go before the end of my shift, hopefully it will go by fast. i’m excited to get out of here and go for a walk. 

i have to go now, Monday, don’t think my boss will like me if i keep on writing to you, but i figure i could take a couple seconds to say hi. 

Yours truly,

Sarah.