Socialism

As I grow older, the difficulty of saying goodbye increases ten-fold.  Maybe because the more I live, the more I realize that friends don't stay friends for ever.  It's not a lack of desire to remain friends, it just happens.  Time and distance can't help but increase and amplify our changing lives.  And facebook does nothing to help, I actually feel farther apart from people as I read their updates.  Sure I'm in the know, but being in the know doesn't involve me and makes me feel sad for not being there to have fun with dear friends.  Being in the know doesn't do anything but curtail conversation when I do meet up with people.


Friend:  "Guess what I saw yesterday?!?"
Me:  "A mime, walking an iguana."
Friend:  "yeah..."
Me:  "I read it on facebook"
Friend: "oh"


So I guess the lesson is...people grow up and move on, and social networking media is actually making us all anti-social.


Ironic to post these unbelievably obvious revelations on a blog and then link it on my facebook.  Your welcome.


PS:  This post is brought on by the birth of my nephew and saying goodbye to Christy.

So Long

It seems at last, after years of work (and it has been years), and years of waiting, I am off and running toward that ever-present goal, while not always solidified at least tugging somewhere in the back of my brain, "Erin, this is what you want... this way." I find myself exhilarated by the new changes coming; buzzing with electric, terrified anticipation. But with new beginnings, come endings, and saying goodbye to Third Place Books was very hard for me. At times, I found myself joyful & energized, loved & embraced, and thrilled about new possibilities. But at other moments, there lurked the toxic pull of darker emotions; I felt bereft, broken, mortified, and unsure. Certain never to recover. But new horizons will always emerge, and tonight's outlook appears slightly more cheerful.

-Strengthening friendships both old and new can't help but lift the spirits.
-Physical challenges, while immense and frightening, invigorate me and spur me on.
-An interminable transition period finally comes to a close, and I feel a freedom; an exhalation of a long-held of breath

So, while I may be sad to be moving on and saying goodbye to dear friends and coworkers; and I may be frightened of what next comes 'round the bend; it is these other empowering forces that drive me on, and leave me with a light heart and clear head.