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Hello, my name is... Sarah Anne

  When I decided to start a new blog several nights ago as I lay awake in bed, I debated what to call it.
  I used to use the name Turns Like The Ocean- I was young, and tumultuous, full of emotions and dreams. But I am not that girl anymore. I am more grown up, I have more self-control, I am more dependent on the Lord and less tossed about by the world.
  My previous blog was called The Abstract of Me. A friend suggested it when I was fifteen, because I was really into abstract art, and really...well, weird. I was weird. And I loved it, I embraced it; I was proud of how unique and strange and unexpected I was. And while I am still proud of being unique, I am not so much that girl anymore, either. I am softer, gentler- maybe not soft or gentle, but not as bizarre as I once was.
  So I began to think about who I am NOW. I have changed so much in the past three years that at times I hardly recognize myself. All of the change has been good, very good! Yet I feel I am getting to know myself, as this past year in particular has been filled with so many big, life-altering changes- getting married, moving, being pregnant, having a son.
  The thought of my son led me to consider the name "Ten and a Half Pounds" because that- yes, THAT- is what he weighed when he was born. Those words have become my reminder that if I can naturally give birth to a child that large, SURELY I can tackle the laundry that has piled up. Yes, I am a mother, and I love that role! But still...that is not the whole of who I am, either.
  So I settled on "Sarah Anne I Am." It leaves the definition of this blog a bit open. It leaves room for me to talk about anything that wells up in my heart in the middle of the night and keeps me from sleep. Often it will be topics related to these two new, exciting titles that I carry: Wife, Mother. Sometimes it will not.

  If you want to read bits and pieces of who I used to be, you can catch up by browsing many of my old posts, which I have transferred to this blog- I tried to only bring worthwhile stuff with me, but I couldn't help but leave a few ridiculous, random gems in there too.
  And now, onwards- to new adventures, new challenges. Change can be hard, but growth is always a good thing. I look forward to sharing my journey with you.
  Thank you for joining me.

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