“You make bad decisions all the time; you have a whole blog about it”
This is what my sister said when I tried to offer her some advice. Reading it, you might wonder why someone like that is writing a blog that you’re reading. Most likely you’re related to me or you accidentally stumbled on my site. Either way, I’m glad to have you.
Listen, it’s not like I only make bad decisions. Sometimes I make relatively good decisions. At least, they seem ok in the moment. More often than not, I find myself justifying a path of life with that simple phrase: it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Let me back up for everyone who really doesn’t know me. My name is Chelsea and I’m in my early 30s. That’s me in the fabulous boots.
I know what you’re thinking – how could this Instagram model who rocks a beret possibly make any poor life choices?
My official blog career took off in May of 2011 when I was so mad at Christians for predicting the end of the world and hating gay people. Seriously, check the archives. It became an outlet for me to share when I thought I would explode because of all the feelings boiling inside of me.
I can’t say things are much different these days, except I’ve learned more that audiences identify with my writing. Not because I’m so talented or grammatically eloquent, but because I’m honest. I will spill my heart into these posts because I don’t know how to express myself any other way.
In real life, I’m not an exceptional communicator. I’m prone to mumbling and fast-talking, mean people don’t always understand me. When I try to explain something, my words get jumbled and usually it takes me several tries. My verbal clumsiness is especially charming when I can’t express real feelings to people.
That’s really why I’m here. It’s true my life is basically one big disaster in leaning on my own understanding. But this blog is about more than that. It’s how I can share what I’ve been through and what I’ve learned (or what I’m learning), as well as all the humorously stupid decisions I’ve made without stumbling over myself. These are my stories.