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First Thought

 So, I have been thinking...

The funny thing is I think about many things/ideas/experiences that never reach the light of day. My mind swirls, but it's rare that any of the substantive material finds its way out. The list of reasons for this is exhaustive, but one thing I know for sure is that I have always felt more understood when I put pen to paper or fingers to a keyboard. 

Writing is cathartic for me. I am often the one who listens, but I have much to say. I am often the one who will pass the mic to others, yet I'd like to hold onto it to have deep conversations that connect my heart to yours; however, with little control of those situations, I grew up feeling safer taking my thoughts to the page. The blank sheet wasn't going to judge me, talk over me, pick apart my thoughts, or dismiss me. It always created space for me to just be and feel and to complete a full thought without interruption. Often times, it held the feelings I never thought others were ready to hear because the inside didn't always match the sunny disposition on the outside.

So, I have been thinking...

It's time to write again. It's time to write about the joys, the messes, the lessons, the regrets, the growth, the stumbles, and all that's in between. If no one reads it but me, it's finally ok. I used to write to impress. Now, I write to exhale. My last blog was during my early 20s when I was hustling for my worth and constantly trying to achieve to feel like I was enough. I am proud of that Erin. She was doing the best she could, but I am luckily no longer that version. 

My sincerest hope is that some of my words resonate with you. Maybe it's a laugh, maybe it's a spark of inspiration, or maybe it's a "me, too." If not, that's ok, too. I am not trying to dazzle. I simply want to clear some space in that overflowing brain of mine. 

So, I have been thinking...

I am going to commit to finding the time to write, and I hope you enjoy the jumbled, authentic, silly, awkward, and uninterrupted version of Erin Parker you'll read here. I hope you all can find a place that allows you to do the same. Maybe we can create it together. 

Until next time,

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