Welcome to the Dollhouse

One month ago, I finally started the thing I’d been secretly manifesting for—oh, only three years or so. Yes, the website. The blog. The baby I kept telling myself I was going to start “soon.”

But here’s the thing: maybe I wasn’t late. Maybe the universe was just stalling for dramatic effect. Because when it finally clicked, it clicked. Every weird little detour in my life shoved me to this moment and whispered, “It’s now or never.”

…I’m going to put every messy, awkward, maybe-too-honest detail of my life online…

Naturally, I responded like I always do:

Step 1: Obsessively research everything.

Step 2: Compare pros and cons like I’m negotiating peace talks.

Step 3: Panic.

Step 4: Forget about it entirely.

Step 5: Make a completely impulsive decision in the middle of the night that changes everything.

How It All Started

How do I start anything? I watched a YouTube tutorial, followed the steps, then spent way longer editing than I ever planned—because I impromptu decided during a trip without my laptop that “today’s the day!” and building an entire website from scratch on my phone should be…. no. big. deal. Turns out, building a site from your phone? Not exactly the dream.

And not to mention I’m completely clueless here. Even my phone was like, “Good luck, girl.”

What should’ve taken a couple of hours turned into a month of trial and error, tech tantrums, and the occasional cuss word. So many how the @#*$ is that possible moments and beginner errors. I unknowingly put the site on LIVE during the editing process, too, with drafts and notes saved randomly in pages. Cool… But good news – received my first 186 comments already! From spammers. (I won’t deny that alcohol was involved towards the end.) And the result? Still pretty basic, honestly.

But here’s the thing: after a month of battling ADHD procrastination and Elementor, I’m finally doing it. I’ve finally buckled down to finish that cheesy, cringe-tastic About Me section, and 5 (this number was 10 last week) blog posts before I hit the big, scary LIVE button..for real, this time. (Yes, I’m totally counting this as post #1. Let me live.)  I started out with some easy topics – a little introduction to who I am and what’s made me me. A little sex, a lot of not-sex, and a few secrets. I think this is going to be fun!

So, yeah. Deep breath. I’m really doing it.

No Filters, No Fascade

I’m going to share everything – I’m going to put every messy, awkward, maybe-too-honest detail of my life online—for anyone (and I mean anyone) with WiFi to read. Strangers. Friends. A cousin twice removed. Future dates who are 100% going to Google me. Gulp

For now, my identity is a ticking time bomb. When the time comes, some relationships of those involved might not survive. Some might get stronger. A few key people may wish I lost internet access forever.

But since I’m not here to throw people under the bus, and I’d like to protect a few others, I’ll keep certain identify-revealing details withheld, and change names to protect privacy. But what I won’t do is rewrite reality just to make a juicier story. Plus, this’ll have the added benefit of skipping unnecessary drama while I get a feel for running this thing filter-free. (Drop a comment, what’s your thoughts – do you prefer fictional details to fill in blanks?)

Full-Circle Moment

Honestly, this is a full-circle moment. Thirty years ago, little me used to cross out the author’s name in books and write my own. I’d even tape printer paper together to make my own handwritten “books.” And back in my awkward teen years (the part before I discovered mascara and eyeliner), I wrote a poetic, and funny, short story that my teacher secretly submitted to some fancy book thing…To my surprise (and with my permission), it was soon published in a book.

I’ve always loved writing short stories, and I love to share knowledge – so, over time, this seemed natural. I always wanted to write—I just never expected it to look like this, and so public.

Let me be clear: I’m not here to sell you anything or pretend I’ve got it all together. I just want to be real— talk about things people don’t usually say out loud, give my unpopular opinions, say bad dad jokes, random rants, and all. No filters. No perfection. No pretending. I think the internet is full of people chasing money, views, and clout. That’s not me.

I’m not scared anymore. Not of telling the truth, not of being judged, and not of letting the world see the worst parts of me. Yes, my About Me section is cheesy – but so am I. I laugh at myself. I cuss sometimes. I can be unladylike, unfiltered, and tmi. But I like that I’m not trying to be perfect. And I’ve already exposed myself in ways most people couldn’t imagine. Honestly, what’s left to hide?

I know I have something to say—something that some people might find valuable. Or at least mildly entertaining. Maybe you’ll see a little of yourself in my chaos. And if nothing else, I hope it reminds you you’re not alone.

I want a real connection with whoever’s reading—even if it’s just two of you. Because this isn’t just about me. Who are you? What’s your story? How can we relate? Also… how was your day? How are you doing? No, seriously.

Trolls, Trench Coats and Thank Yous

I’m going to need a wee bit of patience. I’ll get my social medias up and running, then get to more writing. I’m little stressed currently because it’s a big deal to me… so thank you for giving me grace.

And yeah, not everyone who lands here will be kind. The internet is full of trolls in trench coats. To those people, I say:

But to the rest of you—those who are kind, curious, and constantly trying to be better, kinder humans—thank you.

If you smile at strangers, thank you. If you open doors for others, thank you. If you’ve made it this far into my nonsensical ramble post, THANK YOU.

And if no one’s told you today— I see you and I appreciate you. You matter. I’m so glad you’re here. So, here’s to month two!

Welcome to my Dollhouse.

Come say hi in the comments—or feel free to connect with me on social media. I’d love to hear from you!