Thanks, Mom and Dad

You may have seen my Thanksgiving day post where I not only explained why Thanksgiving is one of the best holidays of the year, but also wrote about the people, places, and things that I am grateful for. Among those people that I am grateful for are my parents, who I had the pleasure of spending some much-needed quality time with this weekend. Between all the glasses of wine, movies, pumpkin pie, shopping, and laughter, I realized just how important my parents have been to my development. I may throw the word “literally” around a lot, but I literally would not be where I am today without them.


So, as I attempt to recover from my never-ending turkey coma, I will say little prayers for all the things my amazing parents have done for me over the years.

Mom and Dad, thank you for carrying me, feeding me, and changing my diapers before I could do anything for myself.

Thank you for holding my hand.

Thank you for teaching me all of life’s great lessons — from potty training and tying my shoes, to sewing on buttons and parallel parking cars, to language and logic and love of learning.

Thank you for teaching me to be independent.

Thank you for the hours of helping me with homework over the years.

Thank you for answering all of my questions.

Thank you for providing me with a beautiful, safe, and comfortable home.

Thank you for providing me with food, love, and warmth.

Thank you for making my childhood magical.

Thank you for letting me believe in Santa Claus.

Thank you for being there for me through everything, and for letting me know that I can tell you anything.

Thank you for always reminding me how proud you are of me.

Thank you for always reminding me that you love me.

Thank you for loving each other, thereby showing me what love looks like.

Thank you for teaching me to love myself.

Thank you for teaching me to respect myself.

Thank you for teaching me that to gain respect, you must give it first.

Thank you for teaching me to polite.

Thank you for letting me see the good in the world.

Thank you for teaching me to be skeptical.

Thank you for teaching me to be trusting.

Thank you for protecting me.

Thank you for knowing what was best for me, even when I didn’t know what was best for myself.

Thank you for giving me my space when I needed it, and for being strict when I needed it.

Thank you for teaching me about actions and consequences.

Thank you for teaching me to have a strong work ethic.

Thank you for teaching me to take pride in who I am and what I’ve worked for.

Thank you giving me my first car, and for sitting in the passenger seat through hours upon hours of frightening behind-the-wheel training.

Thank you for helping me fix my mistakes.

Thank you for putting up with me through mood swings and nervous breakdowns and late-night phone calls.

Thank you for teaching me that it’s okay to cry.

Thank you for teaching me how to laugh at myself.

Thank you for teaching me the importance of learning from my mistakes.

Thank you for teaching me what it means to forgive.

Thank you for always trying to make me happy.

Thank you for letting me be myself.

Thank you for letting me explore.

Thank you for my surprise 13th birthday party, even if it was exactly four months after my actual birthday.

Thank you for creating special memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life.

Thank you for teaching me the value of good etiquette.

Thank you for teaching me the importance of loyalty, honesty, integrity, and faith.

Thank you for fostering my curiosity.

Thank you for pushing me to be the best version of myself.

Thank you for realizing my potential before I ever could.

Thank you for providing me with the emotional, financial, and mental means necessary to go to college.

Thank you for your unwavering support.

Thank you for believing in me.

Thank you for teaching me the importance of education.

Thank you for teaching me that success isn’t all about money.

Thank you for teaching me what it means to be happy.

Thank you for helping me fulfill my dreams.


My parents with me on my 21st birthday last year. As if I weren’t already tall enough, I just had to wear six-inch heels.

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You Can’t Be Friends With Everyone

You may have seen my most recent post, about why everyone should try to establish connections with the people around them. With that being said, I feel it necessary to clarify that it is okay to not be friends with everyone in college, or in life for that matter. If you’re anything like me, this lesson does not come easily.

My mother is people-pleaser — her most important goal at any given time is to make those around her happy. So, as her daughter, you can imagine how the same quality rubbed off on me. Whereas my mom comes off as sweet and genuine, however, I tend to come off as unsure of myself, as I never want to give anyone a reason to not like me. So, in high school, I remained relatively reserved. I didn’t say anything that could offend anyone, but then again, I hardly said anything at all. If you know me now, you would not believe the person I was just five years ago.


Don’t get me wrong, I was still quintessential Erin. I had the same interests and personality traits then as I have always had, it’s just that, for a period of time, I didn’t let some of my greatest qualities shine through.

Great, now I sound like a narcissist.

The truth is, I changed schools when I was eight years old, and lost most of my friends in doing so. When I graduated into middle school, I didn’t know the majority of the students anymore, and when I finally graduated into high school, it was, again, a different environment and different set of people. It seemed that every few years, I had to reevaluate what environment I was entering, who I was, and how I fit in. Overtime, I learned through a process of trial, error, and reinforcement, that ultimately, I was better off just keeping my mouth shut rather than saying the wrong thing.

How sad is that? I was so afraid of being myself, and therefore doing the wrong thing, that I swept parts of my own personality under the rug. And my personality is, like, amazing. Obviously.

haters gonna hate

I am naturally an outgoing person; just ask my parents to show you home videos of me performing concerts for my family at four years old. It’s no coincidence that they’re all wearing ear plugs and drinking wine, by the way. So where did that fearlessness go? How had I lost confidence overtime without even realizing it?

I guess that is just the nature of the beast. In growing up and learning about your environment, yourself, and your place in your environment, you inevitably face pressure from peers, parents, school, and society about what you should look like and how you should act. That’s how you learn how to assimilate into your environment — from modeling your behavior after what you’re taught. The first time you do anything — try on makeup, highlight your hair, wear a new outfit, make a joke, hang out with a certain person, try a new activity, and so on — you subconsciously test your own ability to assimilate into your environment. And the judges of that test? Your peers. Your cruel, teenager peers who are going through the same struggles, and who want to make themselves look and feel better by making you the subject of their laughter.

So now I sound like a high school counselor who was bullied in high school. But the truth is, I wasn’t. I had friends — lots of them, in fact — but none of them were true friends. When I go home for Thanksgiving next week, there will only be a handful of people I will go out of my way to see. Why? Because, back then, I didn’t let hardly anyone see the real me. Whenever I would try something new — subconsciously putting myself up to that test — I would get shut down, whether my friends actually liked the something new or not. The truth is, they saw my vulnerability, and they took advantage of it. More often than not, the only time people seemed to pass “the test” was when they took advantage of someone else’s vulnerability. This behavior is learned through the process of trial, error, and reinforcement, because when we pass the test (when our friends compliment our outfits or laugh at our jokes), we learn that we have successfully assimilated into our environment, and we repeat the behavior.


Maybe that’s why I study public relations — I aim to always say the right thing. But my desire to say the right thing, or more accurately, my fear of failing to do so, is what hindered me throughout high school. Overtime, I learned to keep my mouth shut, get good grades while simultaneously “hating” school, hang out with boys but not be a slut, and dress, wear my hair, and style my makeup just like everyone else. The sad part is, I just wasn’t being myself.

In college, you can be anyone you want to be. Since starting college, I’ve gained back so much of my confidence and personality that, sadly, I didn’t even know I had lost. I’ve regained confidence by joining a sorority full of strong, beautiful women, who want to support me and see me thrive. I’ve regained confidence by taking risks and succeeding. I’ve regained confidence by overcoming failures. I’ve seen myself regain this confidence, and I’ve learned how much I let external factors interfere with my own happiness. I’ve learned how to recognize this in case it ever starts to happen again. I’ve learned that it is okay to make mistakes, and that mistakes can actually be a good thing because they show that you’re a human. As a wise speaker once told me, we should all aim to be “flawesome,” and own our flaws, rather than hide from them. The most important part of this? Truthfulness. Let your flaws show. Neigh, let them shine. Be yourself.

In being yourself, you will inevitably come across people whose personalities you don’t mesh with, just as you will come across personalities with which you click instantly. That is okay. Be who you are. Sometimes, even when you state your opinions with respect, other people won’t like them, and that’s okay. Sometimes, people won’t like you because of the way you look, and that’s okay. Sometimes, people won’t like you for inexplicable reasons, and that is okay, too. Those things are all their problems. You can’t be friends with everyone; if you try, you’ll likely end up doing more damage than good. In the end, all that matters is that you be yourself, and that you don’t let one person’s opinion change who you are.

take my sparkle

These are the types of things that make you stronger, that you can’t learn in high school, that you can’t be told by others, and that you don’t learn inside of a classroom. These things take time to learn, and they make you a better person for it.

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