I would like to share a story, one that isn't over but one that has a satisfying little click of purpose. Of forward movement. And as with all good stories, this one has a beginning even earlier than what it seems.
How do you describe magic?
I am a true, full introvert. Not even a question. I remember taking some sort of personality test when I was young, maybe Myers-Briggs or something similar. It must have been back in high school or even middle school. However old I was, it was an age when I was struggling with fitting in and… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Notes from an Introvert
I’d like to step away from a me-focused blog. This blog has been and will always remain a place for me to grapple on a page with what my inner voices are chattering about. I don’t want this blog to spiral into Erin’s Diary, because that’s not the content I want to put into the… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Voice through Suffering
In a world of click-bait and marketing and advice-giving (because now everyone with an internet connection is an expert), this is the time of year we get inundated with end-of-year lists. The best of, the worst of, top 10s, top 50s, of last year. The ways to make next year the greatest ever - what… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: That Time of Year
It is one of those mornings I sit down to write without a plan, without even a fragment of an idea. I woke with my mind buzzing around all I have to do today. It was tempting to let the buzzing take over, to eschew my normal Tuesday morning routine in favor of a little… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Unknown
The alarm buzzes for the third - or is it the fourth? - time. I sit up and slap the top of my digital clock, trying to keep my eyes closed enough so that I don’t fully wake up. I try to keep myself wrapped in the safe blanket of slumber, which feels cozy and… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: The Unwanted Guests
Tuesday = pm workout so a morning free to dedicate to writing The entire world is smokey this morning, the smell lingering in my nose and reminding me of the forest fires raging less than an hour from where I sit. How does one appreciate the sunrise, knowing its beauty comes from destruction? Can one?… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee