Welcome to my unserious life

A newsletter that feels like a chaotic night out with your besties

Like probably every other Gen Z girly, I spent the past few years riding the emotional waves of a self-discovery journey (obviously, by spending an obligatory amount of time in Bali). Nowadays, we get lazy-shamed (is that even a word?) daily by so-called “gurus” and “coaches” who want to sell us the idea that if we don’t ENTIRELY devote ourselves to healing and self-improvement, we’re going to end up miserable and, most certainly, in hell. A journey that was once supposed to be fun and playful suddenly became serious, and we became afraid to fuck shit up. Although I consider myself a bit of a modern witch, who religiously practices yoga every morning, pulls tarot cards, and meditates every night, I realized there was one thing that simply bugged me: the seriousness and pretentiousness I encountered a few too many times in this community. All this “protect your energy, only surround yourself with high vibe people and foods, don’t you dare even think about alcohol, and keep your aura clean”-talk started to annoy the shit out of me. I realized I don’t feel the urge to pay $8 for high vibe ice cream and that one of the best moments I hold from Bali is the night I went out with Emily and Belle when we were running from this “conscious café” hosting an open mic night, crying from laughing about the crazy shit we had just witnessed. Although we had patience for the guy who was most definitely high, murmuring into the microphone that happiness comes from quitting your job, we lost it when a girl came on stage and legit started SCREAMING into the microphone as if she was about to birth a freaking child. It was in this very moment that I started to develop trust issues with places labeling themselves with terms like “community” and “conscious.” It was in this very moment that I started to realize I don’t need more healing—I need more chaotic nights out with my girlfriends.

This is what I want this little online space of mine to feel like—a chaotic night out with your besties. The kind where you’re at that level of drunk guaranteed to bring you scandalous stories, but where no one loses their consciousness.

“My unserious life” exists to encourage fucking up, enjoying the simple pleasures of life, doing what you always dreamt of doing without the need to master it and above everything - not taking life so damn serious.

We’re all so busy figuring out our lives, paying taxes, and making the right decisions that we have forgotten our time here is pretty damn limited and, although everything seems so serious right now, it.is.not.

What can you expect from this newsletter?

For the past six months, my newsletter was named “Letters from a Dreamer.” In typical Sarah fashion, I decided to create some chaos and change the whole concept overnight because I simply felt like it.

Don’t worry, I’m still here to encourage you to follow your dreams, but here’s what I realized: chasing big dreams is uncomfortable for everyone. However, there is one antidote to the fear of failing dreams, and it’s not to take life so seriously. Actually, not taking life so seriously is THE antidote for EVERY problem.

Therefore, I’m here to encourage you to embrace the chaos, to look at life through love-lenses, to be delusional, to take messy action, and to grow into a person that says “I can’t believe I did that!!!”.

Why become a paid subscriber?

It’s simple: I provide you with scandalous stories from my life, and you’ll have a laugh while simultaneously realizing how much fun it is to be alive, which indispensably betters the quality of your life. In exchange, I get to tell my great-aunt at family gatherings that I’m financing my questionable life decisions by being an established writer for my own newsletter. Deal? Seriously, your support means the world to a girl who just wants to live like Carrie Bradshaw. Becoming a paid subscriber for 5€ per month equals buying me an iced matcha latte or a glass of white wine in Lisbon which is my whole identity at this point, so please consider supporting my addiction.

Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true. <3
Sarah x

P.S.: If your love language is anything like mine—giving small, thoughtful gifts to your besties—how about gifting a subscription to My Unserious Life?