There comes a moment in every woman’s life when she looks at her blog, her digital child, her creative scrapbook, her public diary she pretends isn’t a diary and realizes… “Oh. This isn’t me anymore. This is the ghost of a girl I’ve already outgrown.” My blog started as a cute little creative corner. A place for aesthetics, ideas, and the occasional “look at me being whimsical” moment. It was soft, it was artsy, it was giving Pinterest board with good intentions. But lately? Life has been handing me plot twists like it’s trying to win an Emmy for Best Drama.

I’m healing. I’m growing. I’m unlearning. I’m re-learning. I’m trying to get my mind, body, and soul to stop fighting each other like siblings in the backseat of a road trip. I’m writing a book. I’m still creating. I’m working. I’m living. I’m surviving. I’m thriving. I’m spiraling. I’m laughing through the spiraling. I’m basically a walking season finale. And honestly? I want my blog to reflect that version of me. This version is the one who’s in her healing era but still sarcastic, still dramatic, still funny, still Coco, still narrating her life like a confessional scene in a reality show where the producers definitely didn’t tell her to “be more real,” but she did anyway. So we’re revamping.

This space is becoming a diary for the beautifully chaotic world I’m living in right now. A place where I can talk about the things happening around me  and it’ll be in the wild, the annoying, the inspiring, the “is this real life or am I being punk’d” moments and make them light hearted enough that we can laugh through the madness together. Because if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry. And if I cry, I’ll need a nap. And if I nap, I’ll lose all momentum. And if I lose momentum, I’ll start overthinking. And if I start overthinking… well, that’s a whole other blog post. Over the next few months, as I write my book, work, live, heal, get physically healthy, and try to keep my life from turning into a full blown telenovela, I’ll be introducing new series. New stories. New observations. New comedic breakdowns disguised as wisdom. Think: healing, but make it hilarious growth, but make it petty self awareness, but make it fashion life lessons, but delivered like a girl who’s been through it and still showed up with lip gloss on.

This is still a creative blog, just not the kind that pretends everything is perfect. It’s the kind that says, “I’m working on myself, but I’m also going to talk about the ridiculous things happening around me because otherwise I’ll scream.” It’s the kind that lets me be honest, messy, reflective, chaotic, soft, loud, and funny all at once. It’s the kind that grows with me instead of trapping me in a version of myself I’ve already outgrown. Welcome to the new era. The sassy, vocal, diary coded, healing but still chaotic era. The “I’m getting my mind, body, and soul right, but I’m also going to roast my own life in the process” era. Things may look a little under construction and different over the next few weeks but it’ll be back to my new normal soon.

XOXO,

SaviMonroe