I’m Stacey, a lawyer with years of experience airing other people’s dirty laundry in Family Court.
At least that’s what my resume says, but in slightly more professional terms.
But who am I really?
I’m that girl with unrealized dreams…big, heady dreams to write best-selling books and erudite essays. Dreams that slumbered while life happened….law school, weddings, bills, divorce, full dockets, appellate court briefs, Netflix, bad hair days, the gigantic rabbit hole we call internet…blah, blah, blah….insert a thousand excuses here.
Then one day I realized….
Life is short….
“One day” and “someday” may never come….
You can dream about writing, read about writing and talk about writing. You can buy flow-y pens, pretty notebooks and lots of apps and courses and software….but eventually, you must write. Write as in pen to paper, hands to keyboard….with words. Lots of words, strung together in sentences that form paragraphs.
So here I am writing…notes on reading, writing, creating, exploring, and celebrating…notes on everyday adventures and the occasional grand adventure…notes on seizing the day, the moment, the season, the year.
This blog is the kindling that starts the fire. The proverbial fire under my behind, the heat I unfortunately require to write something other than orders, motions and briefs.
Maybe one day you’ll be reading one of my essays in the Modern Love section of the New York Times. But for now, welcome to my blog. I’m happy you’re here.
Let’s be friends.