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My name is Erin. I am a human person with bangs. This lil' blog is where I share my musings about life and finding my way in the new city I call home...Nashville.

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My Peak Challenge

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Challenge Yo’Self

How is it already mid-February?! After a brief hiatus, and a few days of troubleshooting to figure out why my blog seemed to have disappeared, LBE is back in action for 2018.

Over the past week or two, I’ve been focusing on getting real with myself. After my breakup last fall, I decided I was going to get back to me and invest more time in friendships, hobbies, and self-care. What I actually did was nose dive into work after an organizational restructure heaped a lot of new responsibility on my plate. A couple of months ago, it was an excellent and welcome distraction. By focusing the majority of my time and energy on work, I could tell myself that I was moving on and putting myself first. In reality, I ended up putting my job first. Not the same thing. Continue reading…

Love, Relationships

You Win Some, You Lose Some: One of 2017’s Biggest Lessons

Here’s to being vulnerable…

As I sit here, contemplating the last post of the year (which isn’t saying too much given my record for 2017), one of the things that made this year different was my love life. For most of adulthood, it’s been pretty non-existent, but this year I spent a lot of time with a great guy. It didn’t work out for us in the end, but I’m fortunate to still call him a friend.

Not long after we called it quits, I sat down at my computer to write about what I learned from our relationship. I originally intended it to be a blog post, but after deciding it felt too personal, the only person I shared it with was my therapist.

In my previous post, I mentioned that one of my goals for 2018 is to be more open and vulnerable, in all aspects of my life. Because of that, and the fact that this is some of the most honest, personal writing I’ve done in a long time, I’ve decided to share a slightly edited version of the entry I wrote back in September here, now. Warning: it’s a bit long and navel gaze-y.

Continue reading…

Family, Friendship, Inspiration

Peace Out 2017

Boy oh boy the end of the year is trying to kick my ass. Last Thursday, on my way home from work, I was sideswiped on I-40 two exits from home. Thankfully, no one was injured. The Subaru didn’t fare so well, but she’s a tough cookie and I’m still waiting to hear from insurance whether or not she’ll have to be totaled. I will say, I bought the Forester for safety and longevity, and it definitely held up on the safety front. Continue reading…

Friendship, Relationships

My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship

My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship
My Right Tribe: The power of female friendship

Female Friendship

‘Tis the season of reflection and gratitude. Last month, after one too many glasses of wine at the airport celebrating a successful work trip, I got sentimental on the flight home with Other Erin. Of all the things I’m grateful for this year, her friendship tops the list. I got to thinking about how (hashtag)blessed I’ve been in the strong female friendship department. They say your vibe attracts your tribe, and if that’s true, I don’t know what I’m putting out there, but I thank goddess for it. Throughout my life and my many moves, I’ve been so fortunate to have strong, smart, supportive women in my corner. Each friendship has been a gift that came along exactly when I needed it, especially as I grew into adulthood.

From Kait, Ana, Jody and Asia in New York, to Gail, Ree, my Rooftop Tuesday gals, Aletha and Mere in California, to Angerah in London, to Felisha, my #summerbodies besties, and my #righttribe at work in Nashville, each woman has made my life so much better just by being a part of it.

When I was growing up, I was a very mediocre tennis player. In competitive sports, they tell you to practice with players more skilled so you can improve. I think that’s true in relationships too. Lord knows I have had frenemies that were not good for me…spent too much time with people who did not bring out the best in me. But each of the ladies above (plus many more who I didn’t name) have made me a better person than I was before I met them. They bring out the best parts of me, and if I can give them a fraction of that in return, I’d consider it a win.

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” ― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

Family

On Memories and Loss

What time can do

As I was falling asleep last night, I got to thinking about this particular anniversary of 9/11 in a new way. Every year I think about my friends and I navigating the crisis as teenagers, living in the city away from our families and undoubtedly, learning to see the world through a new lens. But this year, in addition to that, I traveled down a different rabbit hole of memory and loss.

This picture shows some of the tangible 9/11 history I have held onto. A brick and broken glass from the ruined towers. The mask I had to wear because I couldn’t inhale the air around my dorm for days and days afterward. (Back home in Illinois, there are newspapers and magazine covers in my old room.) I was looking at them and got to thinking about why I even took them in the first place, and why I’ve held onto them 16 years later.

I know, without a doubt, I inherited this behavior (or strange sentimentality) from my Nana. My Nana who had a brick from a local theater that was destroyed, who kept newspapers from the great Chicago blizzard, the moon landing, and the Edward VIII/Wallis Simpson scandal. The woman who kept her ration books from WWII, golf awards from the country club, and a lock of my dad’s baby hair from his first haircut. All of those little things that made up her unique story and experience, that have since been passed down to me.

I got to thinking about the stack of letters she kept from my Grandfather, who used to travel for work and wrote to her, particularly when she was dealing with postpartum depression, though at that time, it wouldn’t have been diagnosed as such. The Grandfather I remember from my childhood was quiet, and stoic – a man of few words that could usually be found sitting in his chair, smoking a pipe or outside tending to his roses. Never once would I have imagined him sending love letters to his wife back home. I thought about how alike he and I are, with my inability to express myself the way I’d like to unless I’m writing it down. About how I still like to write and send letters in a time when communication is instant, but not necessarily easier. (This is something I shared with my other Grandpa too.)

I got to thinking about how much the people we love shape us. How much of them lives in each and every one of us, even after they’re gone. Though I witnessed 9/11 firsthand, I was fortunate not to lose anyone. But I believe that everyone who passed that day is living somewhere, in some way, in someone who loved them.