I'm a writer.

I've been in hibernation for too long and it's difficult to feel the flow. 

There was a time when a sentence would form in one breath, 

but now I breathe hundreds—thousands—before it makes sense.

Journal writing has gotten easier.

I found something that works for me. But it's still hard to be vulnerable in public.

I want to be, though. I need to be.

I'll be around.

if this vacation was a snapchat filter

i had three weeks off of work in june, which was a little blah,

but i got to go home for a week!

i mostly went on runs (which was good cause the abundance of horseflies actually made me run),

went to the beach, and watched hgtv with my mom.

i also cleaned out my old room and that was buckets of fun.

i'm a winner! some of these are for softball & tennis, but most of them are for honor roll, 

perfect attendance, and writing. so now you know how cool i was. 

when i was young and angsty, i loved this spot in my little town.

i accidentally took this on a run one night, but i'm a little obsessed.

my step dad gave me this old camera of his, and one day i'll have enough money to restore it. 

i can't get over how classy it is.

and i leave you with the artistic brilliance of 2.5 year old Erin:

#merica

finally.

i'm a little bit in denial that it's the end of july and my favorite holiday is way over.

i'm not going to lie, i was a little sad at the prospect of not being in utah for the fourth.
it's a pretty great place to be during the summer.

but i got over it cause, dc, duh.

we went into dc in the morning to catch a parade and eat homemade pop tarts. do yourself a favor and get the peanut butter bacon.

then after a nap and the customary outfit change, i barbecued with my favorite cousins in virginia, and we watched some magical fireworks with the mall in the background and i officially called the day a success.

written on 6/14/13:
I sold my old iPhone on KSL this week. By that I mean, I had it posted on KSL for 24 hours (and 16 calls/texts) when a boy from my freshman ward came over to buy it from me. Because I'm lazy and directing strangers to my house feels weird. No, I will not drive two hours to sell you something. Anyway.

I have two roommates currently planning weddings. It's fun. It really is. It makes me embarrassed that I know so much about planning weddings, and also I wish more people would ask my opinions. Cause I have some real good ones right now!

I'm eating a bowl of mashed potatoes in the living room while everyone around me is doing said wedding planning. So, my life is real exciting.

today:
I cracked my iPhone screen at work last week. It's a miracle it didn't happen before now. So, now I'm shopping for a phone case that I actually like, while open heart surgery is being performed on the kitchen table (for the phone, duh). Ugh, technology.

Friends are still getting married and I love it. Yay, Pinterest. Why am I not a wedding planner?

It's noon and I haven't eaten a single thing today. This random anxiety that makes it difficult to eat is getting out of hand. 

I started my new job 8 days ago.
Training is three solid weeks of me using my brain more than I did in college. All day, every day.
Except for weekends. And today.

The point is, I'm tired, but slightly less stressed than I was 8 days ago. We're all good.

Today I get to do all the things I don't have time to do for the next week and a half.
Like running. And getting my pool pass! And trying to figure out what to pack for lunch.
I'm also planning to get a mall massage and a pedicure, cause treat yo self.

Here's my problem with pedicures: the exact same conversation occurs every time.
"Why are your nails so short/little?"
"That's just how they are."
"You should grow them out."
"They don't really get any longer than that (also, that's gross)..."
*continues staring at my toes*
"So can I get a discount for my baby toes?'
*various death stares*

I guess I'm not funny.