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Smudge Creates a Blog

Updated: Oct 4, 2018

More than once people have suggested I start a blog. "No, It's over done" was my reply for many years. It is funny & ironic how the universe has different plans for me. Here I am, creating a blog.

I am Smudge, better known as Sarah. I am Me: Mother, Wife, Friend, Empath, Intellectual, & a Creator to the Core. I love giving things a purpose or a new life; one of my all time faves is a kind smile manifesting happiness to a stranger. I feel compelled to share my story, including the good, the bad, & the ugly, and show the world how I am unfolding by creating a full life of adventures and my tribe. Above all these titles and hats we all often wear, above anything else, I AM REAL. A strong & delicately loving Spirit in a human body.

I am getting wrinkles on my face, bat wings on my arms, a pooch of a belly, etc. But what a passerby does not know is that my wrinkles tell of the many belly laughs I have had in different cultures, some with whom I didn't share a common language. My arms have known 5 years of breastfeeding and holding babies for days on end. My husband used to travel regularly for work and I would talk to no one other than my baby for 1-2 weeks. Ok - except the cashier at Dollar Tree.

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My Belly & I vending at Fetching Market in Sept 2017. Violet Marie would be born 2 months later.

My pooch of a belly created 3 humans in 4 years. Although I puked through my pregnancies and a tooth almost rotted out of my skull because of it, I looked fabulous pregnant with "all belly" babies on my tall frame. Now those layers of fat remain, even at 10 months postpartum, and I look 3-5 months pregnant.

I have told my toddlers that it is my Mommy Badge.

 

All of these things seem Commonplace, but They are Mine.

 

The ½” scar from my belly button all the way down is not an odd happy trail but rather is a scar from when I had Urinary Reflex Corrective Surgery at age 3. I have a wickedly strong Wanderlust. My legs don’t just “need some sun;” they are scarred from years of eczema where I was just tossed a prescription for steroid cream, which I kept scratching through.

I've survived through multiple triggers of depression and anxiety. I am the oldest of 6 children, born & raised in Northwest Indiana. My Mother died when I was 24 years old. My brother-in-law was killed 4 years later at the age of 24.

I have had a very successful career in Software Consulting for almost a decade. Now I am thankful to be “Just a Mom” & I make soap and natural products in my kitchen in my “free” time. This is my dream come true. I have been to over 30 countries with my best friend, and now husband aka Bag.

 

They are a part of my story. They are all beautiful & unique. They make me REAL. Drawing on these experiences help me Create. Make. Dream. Mold. Unfold.

 

Join me here weekly for great discussions and to swap ideas & support on how we can connect to another better through this mortal coil before we shuffle off at a moment's notice.

Peace, Love, & Smudge ❤

 
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