This blog has been a long time coming. I’ve always been a writer at my core. As a kid I journaled about EVERYTHING. It was always how I processed the world around me. The good and the bad. I was 10 when my mom almost died and in order to process it I wrote a really dark bedtime story that I then tried to enter into a children’s writing contest…know your audience Lyndsey, know your audience.
In college I planned on being a political science/international studies major and quickly tacked on a third major because English was my passion. I loved reading, I loved writing and I loved dissecting other writer’s work. Oddly enough, I never took a creative writing class in college. It felt too raw and too vulnerable. Plus, my boyfriend at the time was also an English major and a writer and I was convinced that a) I wasn’t as good of a writer as him and b) that he would think I was attempting to copy him or something. So I put all creative writing on hold or (and I’m dating myself here) would pour out my feelings on myspace when that was a thing.
But writing isn’t just about me word vomiting my life story. Its about solidarity. Its about creating a community. Its about realizing that I’m not perfect but I’m also not alone in my imperfection. I’m trying to figure out how to balance all the things and not let everything come crashing down but I’m also trying to be okay with it when it does. So here’s what you’re not going to find here: a perfect girl with perfect hair and makeup and a perfect manicure who wears a size XXXS. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good aesthetic. I love looking at pretty people on Instagram too. But what I love more are the women that let you see behind the curtain into the nitty gritty raw realness that is day to day life.
Not every post will be deep. In fact many of them will be super light. I love cooking, I love traveling, I love fashion and beauty and life hacks. But some of them will go deeper and will hopefully be an invitation to others to see past the pretty and perfect into the realness.