Most blogs tend to have a section dedicated to who the writer is, I’m assuming to help us better understand and navigate the content. I, personally, like to have little background because I’m just plain Curious George about everything. A little backstory never hurt anybody, and it’s also a good way to decide if you think the writer is completely off their rocker. Let’s be real, though; we’re all a little crazycakes.
So before you decide to take the leap into my blog world, here is a little snippet of what you’re signing up for:
I currently call Seattle home. This city has my heart.
I’m an Esthetician. Most of my days are spent doing brazilian waxes. Yep. Vagina’s. All day.
I wasn’t always an Esthetician.
I used to be a Recreation Therapist.
The career swap was due to an “I need a change before I admit myself to this psych hospital” moment.
…I used to work in a psych hospital.
I am borderline inappropriate…pretty much all of the time.
I long for deep roots, genuine connection, and an authentic life.
Laughing with good people is the BEST thing in the world.
Writing down my thoughts has always been an outlet that I crave, and therapeutic for me. Unfortunately, I’ve been the absolute worst at making it a regular hobby. I happened to go through some especially intense experiences in the last year, though, that have catapulted me into taking action instead of just constantly thinking to myself “I have got to write this shit down!”
So, here I am, writing it down. It’s a place for all the pieces of me and all of the thoughts that take up space inside of me. Love, work, relationships, mishaps, secrets, traveling, vagina-waxing, rants, music, family, inspiration – all of it. Some parts of me are really messy, or sensitive, or difficult. Some of them are, hopefully, funny. A lot of them are ridiculous. All of them are real. I just so happen to be very human, which works out pretty nicely since
we are all most of us are very human.
Lastly, and maybe most importantly, to reiterate what I hope was already obvious to you but if not, Honey, take it from me:
“Stupid cunt” is in fact, not code for, “I love you.”