The Finger Lakes is a place of deep, lengthy winters. Known for having snow squalls straight into the month of May. But for the three winters we have lived here, each winter has been a little less snowy and the winter a little shorter. This year has been the oddest in particular. While we've had…
And so the old year died... There are certainly man year-end posts after Christmas in late December but I feel they aren't as frequent in the first week of January. I prefer to make my hopes and dreams for the new year known in the new year, it feels more possible once you have the…
Continue reading ➞ Bidding the Old Goodbye and Crafting Goals for the Future
My therapist told me to turn off my phone. “Three days, don’t use it unless absolutely necessary for three days,” she said toward the end of our weekly session. “See how you are feeling by Monday.” I had taken social media breaks before and found it abundantly helpful for my ever-present anxiety, but I always…
This past weekend I made the very conscious decision of limiting my social media intake. In fact, I limited intake of all media. At the start of this year, I made an effort to take breaks from the two social media platforms I frequent (Facebook and Instagram). After deleting the app from my phone, I…
Being the definition of a millennial, I was a preteen at the turn of the century and recall life without the internet and smartphones. As I became an adult and was given adult responsibilities and released into the world, technology was ever at the ready. I was on Facebook when you could only join with…
There's something shocking when realizing a decade is done. Of course, decades have come and gone outside of the calendar year. Turning thirty, that's three decades done, and that happened in 2016. But there's something more final with 2019 coming to a close. I'm trying to be less flippant about the end of the year…
Moving is unfathomably hard, and I say this having moved plenty in my life. I don't hold the history of a military brat who has been all over the United States or the world, moving multiple times and seeing multiple places. No. I grew up in the same town and lived there for 21 years.…
We joke when hoisting our cat into our eager arms that she's gone to her happy place as she stares off, looking at a location we cannot see, and waits patiently to be set free to meander the floor until she returns to demand pets and attention. She's at her happy place, we say when…
This time of year brings forth a lot of introspective writing from people, including myself. That or it's end of year nostalgia or plans for the new year and self-improvements. I'm no different, not really, because I feel this time of year forces this kind of thinking within our society. It's expected and flashed in…
Erica Rose Eberhart 