Oh shit I did it – I started a blog!
It’s finally done, and the journey to get here was not an easy one. I faced several roadblocks, many of them self-imposed, and I had to dig deep within myself in order to bulldoze right over them. Amidst grappling with thoughts that this would be a futile venture and moments of sheer panic over the workload ahead of me, I somehow found it within myself to push forward. And I honestly can’t even believe it. I’m still figuring out exactly how this is all going to work out, but the main purpose of this blog is to share my writing with the world by exploring a multitude of topics covering all things mom life and modern life. Think of it as one part mom blog, one part wellness blog, one part provocative takes on the worlds of pop culture, politics and race. I know, I know, focus Jessica! But right now, it is what it is. My wish is for this space to be a source of inspiration, connection, relatability, and positivity.
So how exactly did I end up with a blog? I have been a writer from the time I was able to put pen to paper, scribbling down my various childhood thoughts and stories for hours on end. I had my first foray into self-publishing to so speak, by stapling together said pieces of paper, complete with cover art. Around the age of seven or eight came the addition of a family typewriter, and I began writing 1-page short stories while perched at the dining room table. Shortly after that, we got our first computer and I was hooked. I’d spend hours at a time typing out my fiction fantasies and day dreaming about my characters lives’. I had aspirations of writing novels and short stories and becoming a household name like Judy Blume, my favorite childhood author.
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But somewhere along my presumed path to the New York Times best-seller list, I lost my way. For most of my adult life, writing was long shoved into the back of my mind. I jumped from job to job, never really satisfied with what I was doing. I went through bouts of feeling lost and without purpose. And then came the biggest and best job ever – being a stay at home mom. But as rewarding as that was (and still is!), I still found myself feeling like something was missing. I wished that I had something else to turn to. Something just for me. Something fulfilling and gratifying that I could be proud of. I realized how precious and fleeting this one life we have is, and I didn’t want to waste any more time thinking to myself “what if”? I didn’t want to keep wondering what life could be like if just wasn’t so damn scared of living it.
This past year as life was on “pause” so-to-speak, I really took the time to dive into becoming a better version of myself. I became committed working on mental health and opened myself back up to creativity. Lucky for me I have my husband Larry by my side as my biggest cheerleader; one who forced me to put “writer” as my occupation on our marriage license when I was still not ready to admit it to myself. So I figured, if want to be a writer, guess I gotta start writing! Nothing was stopping me except myself. I know the hard, internal work isn’t over yet; it will be lifelong. But I’m finally ready to take that on, and reap the benefits of pursing my dreams, no matter how small or large they may be. So here I am, pouring forth my vision, into the great unknown. Thank you for taking the time to be here. I’m looking forward to seeing where this takes me, and sharing it with you all along the way!