about

Jesus. Baby girl. Grey cat. Black pup. Writing. Singing (badly, but loudly). Christmastime. Fall-colored leaves. Warm coffee. Chocolate chip cookies. Getting lost in a novel. Cricut-ing. Fuzzy socks. Farm animals. The F word (Food?) Funny quotes and memes. Bubble baths. Oversized sweaters with soft leggings. Tree Hill, NC (it exists in my world.) Family time. Jogging. Childlike-wonder. Swiftie4Lyfe. Plush blankets. Perfectly messy top-knots. Office supplies. Looking at old photos. Chick-Fil-A. Classic Disney Movies. Lime La Croix. Long drives with the windows down, music up and no destination in sight.

I’m Erin. I’m 31, and those are 31 things that I love. Those things make up parts of who I am.

But, I’m also so much more than those things. I’m a daughter, a mother, a friend, a sister, a recovery-warrior, and a goofball, awkward and quirky as can be. A girl who hates mustard with every fiber of her being, a seeker, a wanderer, a believer, and more. I’m spontaneous and predictable. I’m mellow and psychotic. I’m grounded with a wandering soul. My chaos is packed into organized containers, spilling out with the lids all missing. I love Jesus but I cuss worse than most people I know. I live off coffee. It’s not enough until my eye is twitching.

I can’t be defined by a word, a phrase or anything else for that matter. I’m 31 and I’m just finding myself. I’m finding myself as a daughter, a mother, a friend, a sister, a recovery-warrior and the awkward, crazy, beautifully messy human-being that I am. Join me as I discover who that human being is.