Wendy Sanders
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I was born to create. I am an artist and writer from the central coast of California with a dash of the Deep South and a pinch of the pacific northwest for extra flavor. Follow me @MissWendy1980 on twitter
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I walked away
What is regret? It's a word we hear often. To regret is to feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over something that has happened or been done, especially over a loss or a missed opportunity. To feel regret carries a negative connotation. Society praises those who have no regrets while it almost condemns people who have them.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
Serendipitous Stranger
It was 12:35 pm on a sunless, Saturday afternoon on a blustery, autumn day in Santa Barbara, California. Olivia was running five minutes late for her midday shift at Dargans. It was a cozy Irish pup in the deteriorating downtown area which used to be bustling with consumers, tourists and mom and pop businesses, but those days had all but come to an end. So many places had been forced to close due to high rents and cooperate businesses moving in. It was a miracle Dargans had been able to survive this long. It was one of the older establishments at 30 years old.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Humans
Fall of Shame
My entire life can be described as a series of fractured fairy tales that are strung together by stand upon strand of unconventional pearls of wisdom. These unique, opaque orbs are a collection of life lessons that one would never expect to learn in the ways I fatefully did. Some of them are true tragedies that resulted in profound learning experiences that I wish I could have avoided all together. Others are so bizarre and comical that they take people off guard by their sheer ridiculousness. Then I have the jagged little barbs that fill the spaces in between. These are strictly mortifying events that taught me nothing, except how to pray to god that they would never happen again.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
I lost 20 pounds during 2020
Before we get started, I feel it would be unfair if I didn't tell you that I have two personal training certifications and a yoga teacher certification from one of the top 10 yoga teacher training schools in the world (White Lotus). Before November of last year, I was still within a healthy BMI range, but I was pushing it to the limit. I thought I was doing everything right, and I couldn't understand how this extra weight refused to come off.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Longevity
Gaslights Illuminate Manipulation
I wish more people understood what it feels like to believe they are truly losing their minds. I mean this in a very literal sense. Not that I want people to suffer like I am suffering, but just that they understood that the obvious solutions aren't always as easy as they may seem.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
Miss Bijoux
It was a brisk ,winter's night in Santa Barbara in February of 2015. I had just gotten back into ballroom dancing after what was (and up to this point still is) the worst year of my life. For once, I don't really wan't to go into too much detail, but I'll tell you the basics. I'll only go into the monumental things that sucked on a life altering scale.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
An Irishman Walks into a Bar
Rosie leaned her head against the sideboard of the train. She lazily gazed at the massive waves crashing along the Southern California coast. It was the time of day she referred to as the golden hour, right before sunset . The Surfliner Express was taking her as far south as Los Angeles, where she'd have to decide what her plans would be from there. Rosie bought a ticket on a whim. The train just happened to be pulling into the station as she was walking by.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Humans
Ode to a Savage
To Mrs. Savage, You were everything I thought a great teacher wasn't. You mocked my paintings and singled me out in class, almost like a bully. When I asked you how you were able to capture the perfect ellipses on your sterling silver bowls, coffee cups, and vases, you told me all I had to do was look. Nothing more. And you'd walk away.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Motivation
A letter of gratitude
A letter to my mother, I know you had a choice when you found out I would be arriving in six months or less. No matter what choice you made, it would be a difficult one for a girl just turning seventeen, half way through her junior year of high school. Not to mention, the agony of telling your strict, Southern Baptist family that you were pregnant. Forget about being married. You didn't even have a steady boyfriend. It was your choice, and I owe you my life.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Families
Transgender Athletes
How do I even start this article without offending at least one person? I'm pretty sure it;s an impossible feat, but I'm going to try anyway. To start, I'd like everyone to know that I am in total support of the transgender community. I respect transgender people as I do all people. I studied kinesiology and am also a personal trainer. I have some questions when it comes to competitive, athletic sports and transgender people. It's a hard thing to understand, since I am not transgender. All I know is what I've learned about the physiology of the human body.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Humans
Dream On
Sophie swore to herself that she'd never go back to online dating. She had amassed enough tragic stories of dates gone so badly that people raised an eyebrow of doubt anytime she recounted them. They were so horrific that she figured there couldn't possibly be many people who had suffered worse dating tragedies. Yet, here she was again putting on a pretty dress and perfecting her makeup in nervous anticipation. Her cab was outside, waiting to deliver her to yet another online dating adventure, or disaster. Whatever the case may be, it was too late to bail without ghosting the poor guy.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Viva
It's a Date
Charlie picked up on the first ring, which is something he rarely did. If he even picked up at all. Ever since Fiona had called him to help her move that raggedy chair from The Nook to her studio, he was hoping she'd call again. He knew she wasn't big on calling anyone for any reason, or even answering her phone. Any call from her was rare and not to be ignored.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Humans
