Friday, November 1, 2019

Care Package 001 | November 2019

This morning when I stepped outside, it was nice. Not humid, not balmy - but nice. For the first day of November in Florida, that is saying something.

Two weeks prior, I hopped off a plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan into Michigan, where it was cool and serene and all the trees were crispy with color. 

I gathered as many fall leaves as I could, and put them in my suitcase back to the land where palm trees abound. And just like that, we're in November, and just like that, my quick fall trip to a northern state feels like eons ago. And as much as I've been wanting to write, I've been busy and sleepy and time just keeps marching on.

Maybe you feel the same way.

Maybe you're feeling a bit burnt out. Maybe as much as you want to work on your creative thing, you just as equally want to take a nap and not feel bad about it. And to you I say, take that nap! But also: here is your complimentary care package.

Small backstory: I know this wonderful human who saves up little things during the week for himself to read and enjoy later, and that always stuck with me.

It's like a little care package from yourself. And when I heard that, I started creating my own care package, too. And now - one for you. Disclaimer: I always start new post series (series-es?) on this blog with the best of intentions, but I don't always keep up with them. BUT! I wanted to create a Care Package series to share little delights for you to take with you, at least for this month. Just in case.

So without further ado, please enjoy Care Package 001, from me to you:

For a laugh: These were the Halloween costumes my family and I decided on this year. My sister was Post Malone, my cousin Daisy went as Daisy sour cream, and ya girl's a bat. How about that!

To Read

* Oh my word, this articleAKA the best thing I've read in a long time. It gave me goosebumps, and I promptly ran out to the bookstore despite having a cold to pick up the full Modern Romance anthology because WOW. If you love love stories (even heartbreaking ones), this is for you, my dude.

* Normal People by Sally Rooney: This book was so good that I promptly devoured it on my five-day Michigan trip. I've never read anything quite so aching. This book was, to me, the literary equivalent of the Julien Baker song, "Good News" (a must listen). 10/10 would read again.

To Listen

* Half Moon Run: Only listen if you're ready to find your new favorite fall folk album. I've been waiting literal years for Half Moon to drop this record, but hey - it takes years to make a masterpiece. Try out "Flesh and Blood" and "Razorblade" for a taste of their tunes.

* Waterparks: If pop-punk/emo/experimental tunes are your thing, and you don't mind language or cartoonish green hair, please do yourself a favor and give the FANDOM record a listen.

* NF: Can't say enough good things about NF's latest album and I'm not even a hip-hop/rap fan.

To Do

* I would highly recommend finding your human and giving them a hug: Because sometimes your human could use a hug, too.

* Be kind to yourself: Someone wise once told me to treat myself with grace and compassion. And if you've been burning the candle at both ends, and trying to be everything to everybody, don't forget to be a friend to yourself, too.

* Meme-palooza: Just keep clicking > 1, 2, 3, 4.

And there it is! The first Care Package post. If you have any recommendations for me, as always - I'm all ears!

Drinking way too much coffee,

Thursday, September 5, 2019


It's birthday #26, and I've never felt so...calm?

Usually, I'm awash in the glow of Birthday Magic, 
but this year I just feel kind of relaxed.

This morning I opened a letter to myself at 26 that I wrote when I was 21. I was struck while reading it by just how much I didn't know. I guess that is always the case - how could I know what was coming? I had to learn the hard way, by going through those years. But I look back and feel now as if I have learned. That even though the person I was at 21 feels, in some ways, very different from who I am at 26, that both versions of me are valid and there will be other versions yet to come.

Like, even having this blog.

It's crazy to me that I've been able to maintain a blog for so long. Acoustic Erin was "birthed" in 2013, and I've been writing birthday posts since my 21st year. It's one thing to have journals, but to also have this blog, this record of who I am, is sort of like a time capsule. I kind of wish it was tangible, sometimes. That I could hold it and read it and put it on a shelf, because it's been such an important place to me for so many years.

So, welcome, 26!

Welcome, with all your level-headed calmness, and hope for the future. I don't know what songs I'll cling to this year, but it feels fitting to kick this year off with (what else?) Paramore's "26." I love when artists memorialize ages like that in their work. Adele's albums come to mind, and Switchfoot's "Twenty Four." Maybe one day I'll do that, too.

Old birthday posts can be found here: 21, 22, 23, 24, 25.

Already hungry for birthday cake,

Sunday, September 1, 2019

The Quiet Life

Sitting on the porch, listening to the birds' song, I realize: I want to live a simple life. This is certainly not the first time I've thought this, and it won't be the last, but it sticks. I want to have a simple life, moving quietly and humbly through the world. I want to rejoice in a thousand little things and put less weight on the trap of appearances.

I was raised this way, I was born to want this.

Maybe it was thrifting trips with my grandparents or spending time in nature at an early age. Maybe it was born from those days spent fishing with my childhood best friend, something that was both a ritual and a reset - but somewhere along the way, all of these little, simple things sunk their teeth in me and got me hooked. And I just want to live the "quiet life," as 1st Thessalonians puts it.

"Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you."
- 1st Thessalonians 4:11

The Quiet Life: Mornings like this one, spent on porches; cups of coffee and worshipping in community groups; trees, many trees; making a vision board; buying somebody's old stuff at a thrift store and calling it treasure. Iced green tea; novel writing and novel reading; a lazy record on a lazy Sunday; trips to the bookstore; writing by hand in purple ink; looking at old photographs; running, singing, dreaming. Baking cookies.

I have determined that I don't want much.

I am grateful that a life can consist of these simple things and somehow feel full. Our world may be broken, but there is still such a beauty to it. And a certain giddiness fills me now that it is September, arguably my favorite month of the year, with all of the goodness that it brings.

Reasons to love September (an ode):

Thoughts of fall; pumpkin spice lattes; an excuse to resurrect the sweaters in my wardrobe (if Florida will let me); my birthday; school supplies; etc., etc.
I rejoice in these little things.

I always try to write goals for the new month, and September is no different.

I feel newness, good things coming. This summer was a season of growth and change. I feel like fall is going to be about joy and victory. I want to claim all the good things God has for me this month.

"Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland."
- Isaiah 43:18-19

A song for your Sunday! Do take a listen if you feel so inclined. 

With joy,