My name is Sarah.My mom’s been saying I live out loud. It comes out like a mix between love and justification, like it’s my life goal, and I always thought it was a cop-out of a perspective. Living out loud is like being a writer — in fact, it probably is being a writer — and the trouble with being a writer is that it only works if you have something worthwhile to write about. Living out loud is meaningless and narcissistic unless it’s paired with a more worthy cause.
But now I see it differently.
Sincere presence is challenge and cause enough.
