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