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 and welcome to TrueNorthey.com.
So, What Is This?
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. I’ve had blogs before. And, of course, I’ve had 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.
Honestly….this one feels more like me!
The Real-Life Version of ME!
Not the polished version. Not the: “Here is my niche and my perfectly organized five-step content strategy” version.
Instead, this is 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.
Oh and, sometimes, the healing-but-also-hiding-in-the-pantry version. She’s here too!
So what will you find here?
Probably a little bit of everything, because apparently I have never met a thought, feeling, story, product, recipe, song, life lesson, emotional spiral, or mildly inconvenient situation I couldn’t somehow turn into content.
There will be stories from life on stage, off stage, backstage, and mostly from my couch, where my furballs masquerade as coworkers even though they sleep through meetings, ignore every deadline, contribute absolutely nothing to the household income, and still somehow demand snacks like upper management.
Because you can’t get through life without a little drama here and there, and if you can, please write the manual because I would like to skim it, highlight two pages, immediately overthink it, and then forget where I put it.
Of course, I’ll offer up food feelings, because food is never just food around here. It’s comfort, nostalgia, cravings, questionable decisions, saved recipes I may or may not ever make, and the occasional emotional support carb that absolutely knew what it was doing.
And let’s be honest, who doesn’t love a little beauty and bullshit? I’ll probably talk about things I tried, things I loved, things I bought because the internet bullied me into it, and things that promised to change my life but mostly just made me wonder if I still had the receipt.
There will be random thoughts too, and I do mean random, because sometimes my brain has a browser with 47 tabs open, three of them are playing music, one is asking if we should reorganize our entire life, and another one is just sitting there judging everyone.
Some of it will be things I’m learning the hard way, because apparently that is my preferred curriculum. Other parts will be things I probably should have learned sooner, but better late than emotionally feral forever.
A few posts will make me laugh. Some might make me cry. And some of it will probably make me say:
“Absolutely not.”
Then, naturally, I’ll write 800 words about it…
What I’m Figuring Out
Is that I am not here to pretend I have it all figured out. Because I don’t, however:
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(age) but making healing a habit. And maybe, along the way, helping somebody else feel a little less alone.
WELCOME!
Take your shoes off… unless my floor is dirty. In that case, please pretend you don’t notice.
This is True Northey.
It’s honest, it’s messy, it’s mine, and apparently, we’re doing this.