Truth be told, I really prefer to perform into an off mic but that's a story for another time. So this is real I guess. I've toyed with the idea of blogging for over at least 5 years and that is just plain redic. What exactly was I waiting for? An editor to hear my ongoing inner monologue and invite me to put my thoughts on the worldwideweb? I'm not so sure. So when I realized that there wasn't actually anything other than fear stopping me, I knew that it was time to take the plunge. I'll chalk this one up to the ol' wisdom of turning 30, but I am really just trying my damnedest to not let fear win. Speaking of 30, I came into this year not at all worried about entering a new decade. I wasn't obsessed with the number or what might "happen" on the other side of it. Oh life, you're just so funny aren't you? Since the day my darling husband threw me a fabulous surprise party, my life has been a bit of a comedy of errors if you will. I don't mean that in a woah-is-me kinda way, but just more in a I'm often told "you should write a book" kinda way. So here we are.
short and sweet style.
I did a little due diligence (as in 2 full pages of google results) on choosing a blog title.
Short. There was a lot of chatter about not making your name relate to a certain life stage. Well there goes ideas 1-4. It should be something that isn't going to change much if you happen to stick to this thing for a bit. Well short is something that may not describe the length of all of my blog posts, but I've personally never been called "tall." Not even by like, a 5 year old. So I am pretty sure that is permanent.
Sweet. Short and sweet just kinda goes, but I also like to say all.my.teeth.are.sweet. So much so that my husband proposed with cupcakes. So much so that I do often read those articles people post about breaking up with sugar, but I'd rather subscribe to everything in moderation. Even moderation of course, because if fresh out of the oven cookies were supposed to last more than 24 hours they wouldn't taste SO freaking good warm.
Style. Yes by title I am a stylist for Stella & Dot so that is pretty fitting. Other than insanely fun accessories, so far my biggest lesson from Stella & Dot has really been about styling my life. This whole being a woman in 2015 is kinda crazy, amIright? So the style here isn't just going to be about the obvious style but also about how to figure out this living/juggling/breathing thing.
I'm not going to over edit myself. I was a teacher earlier in this life and I know too from to from two. But if a mistake slips in, I'm not losing sleep over it. (I really love sleep. Even more than I love Target).
Life is hard. I want this blog to be a place you can come to relate, to laugh, to lighten your day, to have a good cry, to assure yourself that actually none of us have this figured out. Not matter what it looks like in our over filtered lives.
I'm sure I will look back with an eye roll on this is 6 months, 6 days or maybe even 6 hours. I think they tell you not to make any big life decisions when your body is being pumped full of hormones, but I'm a little bit of a rebel like that.
an equally terrified & excited Chelsea