We’ve all heard it, it’s been in the news and all over social media. Me too. I wrote recently about beauty from ashes and confessed to how over the past year I struggled with feeling unworthy, not good enough and just wanting to feel something in the midst of pain. It was kind of a dark place to be, well at least for me it was a huge contrast to who I am by nature, which is pretty positive and bubbly. Continue reading “Fireproof”
Category: Letters to Zoë
Fight Stagnation
This is something I have heard for years. And something I was very conscious of when it came to work. Getting a job right out of college two weeks after my mom died I had something to prove. I chose to work in the same school district as her and for that reason I felt like I had to make a name for myself. I couldn’t ride her coat tails forever and so I set out to work hard and show the world who Erin was. Continue reading “Fight Stagnation”
Conscious Consumer
I have been thinking a lot about the internet and the thought that our world is flat. I don’t have to wonder what life is like in Greece I can just follow along on someone’s story or insta live video or facebook live video. I can see how my favorite star or singer is living. I get to know people through social media and then I feel like I really know them, or they’re my friend somehow. Not that people don’t make friends on social media, I have, but what if sometimes all of this access is too much. Continue reading “Conscious Consumer”
Tap, tap, 1, 2, 3,
Is this mic on? I want to acknowledge something. I know around these parts, on my blog and in my life I have shared my beliefs. Some may call it my soapbox, others, call it a platform, and then there is the buzz word influencer (I don’t by any means think I’m doing any such things). I like to call it sharing my heart. Call it what you want this is what’s going down around here. So if it doesn’t strike your fancy or you’re uninterested I highly recommend you stop reading right now and mosey on back to your regularly scheduled feed. And if you’re still interested go ahead and click the read more tab…go ahead I’ll meet you on the drop down. Continue reading “Tap, tap, 1, 2, 3,”
Ch- Ch- Change
Time for some honesty. Not the kind I unleashed last year, but plain and simple honesty. Change is hard. Change is hard to see. Sometimes I feel like I haven’t really changed (physically speaking). I feel like I’m the same person on the outside I was a year ago and then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I see it. I really see the changes. Continue reading “Ch- Ch- Change”
Time
Time, I did a little research on time, here’s what I found…
“Time is free, but it’s priceless. You can’t own it, but you can use it. You can’t keep it, but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.”
–Harvey MacKay
“Time is very slow for those who wait. Very fast for those who are scared. Very long for those who lament. Very short for those that celebrate. But for those that love, life is eternal.”
–William Shakespeare
Don’t say, “There’s still time.” or “Maybe next time.” Because there’s always the concept of “it’s too late.”
–Unknown
“Time heals what reason can not.”
–Unknown
My experience with time is intimate. My feelings about time are deep. It continues to march on, with or without you. Heck you better make the most of it. I have learned time is precious and fragile. Continue reading “Time”
Sweet Heart Break
Is there ever a good heart break? I think so. I vividly remember after Zoë was born I found myself crying (not the sad, ugly cry), but because I loved her so much it hurt. I couldn’t believe how my heart literally felt like it broke a little. In that moment I know the small break made me stronger. It made my love grow deeper and wider. Growing requires something to break. The seed bursts open, the sprout breaks the ground, out of brokenness comes new life. Continue reading “Sweet Heart Break”
Roots
I found myself at the Asian market yesterday and as I walked through the doors I was smacked in the face with a whole lot of emotions I didn’t expect. I was instantly flooded with the thoughts of my grandma. Continue reading “Roots”
Heart Wide Open
Compassion. It’s a trait I thought I always had, but honestly I was so consumed with my own grief that I was truly unable to be compassionate towards others. I wanted to be, and in my heart of hearts I was, but I didn’t know how to express it. Over the past several months my heart has been renewed so it can feel again. It can hurt for others. It can genuinely empathize. It can hope for others. I never really felt like my heart was hardened, but it definitely was calloused. Continue reading “Heart Wide Open”
Eve
Ever since I was a kid I have struggled with self image. I was never a petite little girl. And to be perfectly honest, my mom struggled with her health as well. Continue reading “Eve”
It is well with my Soul 