LIVING MY BEST VULNERABLE LIFE
Just trying to
For several years I’ve tried keeping a daily or weekly journal. A cute little notebook from Target where I could release all of my pent up emotions. For whatever reason, I could never commit to it, even though I love to write. I can’t write to myself, but I love writing to others. Being vulnerable and creating connections is what I’m all about. So, in a way, this is my online journal. But it’s also not. It's more than that.
This is my way of coping and cultivating a safe place for myself to be who I really am.
survive.
If you’re still here – my name is Tessa Stacy. I’m a 29 year old mom to three beautiful kids. Four if you include my husband. I’m a retired wedding photographer, failed real estate agent, online boutique owner, and college student of 12 years. As I said before, I love to write and share. Whether it’s about my outfit of the day or my struggle with miscarriages, I want to be open and real.
Regardless of what everyone says, blogging is so not dead. If anything, it’s made a revival in recent years. The possibilities are endless. My goal is to reach like-minded women who need a friend, but not one of those friends you need to text everyday to maintain a friendship. I aim to provide authentic, relatable content. I can be a shopping buddy, the neighbor to swap recipes with, another mom to vent to, or the shoulder to cry on after a pregnancy loss.
There’s already so much hatred and condemning in the world. This is a “judgment free, living life by the seat of my pants, compassion and kindness first, wear what makes you smile” sort of blog. By no means am I perfect and I will never claim to be, but I have lived through a lot of traumatic shit. I wish I could’ve had a safe space to release my feelings and creativity back then. But it’s never too late to start.
