Welcome to True Northey

Starting a blog feels a little like walking into a party where you technically know everyone, but still have no idea what to do with your hands.

“So… hi. I’m Jessica.”

Welcome to True Northey.

This is part blog, part brain dump, part life update, part:

“What in the actual hell is happening?”

And hopefully, it’s also a reminder that we’re all just out here trying to find our way without losing our minds or our sense of humor.

I’ve had websites before.

Blogs before.

Ideas before.

I’ve written, shared, promoted, posted, deleted, overthought, restarted, and stared at blank screens like they personally offended me.

But this one feels different.

This one feels more like me.

Not the polished version.

Not the:

“Here is my niche and my perfectly organized five-step content strategy”

version.

The real-life version.

The BandWife.

The Dog Mama.

The recipe saver.

The beauty-product trier.

The country-music lover.

The sober-and-snarky human.

The sometimes-healing, sometimes-hiding-in-the-pantry version.

So what will you find here?

Probably a little bit of everything.

Stories from life on and off the stage.

Marriage and mayhem.

Life drama.

Food feelings.

Beauty and bullshit.

Real talk.

Random thoughts.

Things I’m learning the hard way.

Things I probably should have learned sooner.

Things that make me laugh.

Things that make me cry.

Things that make me say:

“Absolutely not.”

And then write 800 words about it.

I’m not here to pretend I have it all figured out.

I don’t.

But I am figuring some things out.

I’m learning how to be softer without being stupid.

Kinder without being blind.

Honest without being mean.

Strong without being hard.

And myself without apologizing every five seconds.

That’s kind of the whole point of True Northey.

Finding MY way!

Telling MY truth.

Laughing at the mess.

Making healing a habit.

And maybe helping somebody else feel a little less alone while I’m doing it.

So welcome.

Take your shoes off. Unless my floor is dirty. In which case, please pretend you don’t notice.

This is True Northey. And apparently, we’re doing this.