Adventure Awaits
For years I’ve been told to place my words in places people could soak them in.
For years I’ve been told to use social media to exemplify my voice.
For years I’ve been told people would get interested in what I have to say, what I do, and where I go.
For years I’ve been waaay too busy to even entertain the thought of having enough time to write.
For years I’ve been intimidated by battling algorithms, competing with “aesthetics”, and juggling schedules.
Today, I decided that even if this little half-ass blog is only ever consumed by me while re-reading what I post, I’m going to write it anyway. Not because I’m special or because I want everyone to soak in all of the boring mundane things I’ll inevitably write about. Not because it’s my life goal to be an influencer and stage every aspect of my life to look clean and polished for you to doom-scroll through while you’re pooping. I simply am responding to the overwhelming call I’ve gotten for years to place my words somewhere - to share my thoughts and make them accessible.
To be perfectly honest, I’ll probably mostly share food because that’s what I do. I eat, I shop at the Dollar Tree, I live in pure chaos, and I occasionally decide to actually put away my clean laundry. I’m currently fueled by an upcoming month-long trip to eight different countries and my need and want to share my adventures with my family and close friends using as little data as possible, but I’m confident I’ll start to enjoy this in the process and maybe some consistency will eventually follow.
For now, though? Let me just introduce myself… or re-introduce myself to probably all two of you that are actually here reading this.
Hi, I’m Codi-Alyssa. Most people call me Codi, some call me Alyssa, the real ones still call me Bug at almost thirty years old, and the most important ones call me Aunty. Any variation will do or make up your own, I truly don’t care. I don’t listen most of the time anyway.
Prior to my 29th year of life, I’d be joyfully writing about how I’m a proud business owner because that was my identity, but these days things look a little different. I used to pride myself in RoI’s, crushing deadlines, 18 hour workdays, and increased social reach. Then COVID happened, a few years later my father was paralyzed in an accident, and my entire life flipped upside down in the fastest slow-motion whirlwind imaginable. So these days, I pride myself in the ability to find beautiful things around me, the power to bring a smile to someone’s face, and the amazing feeling I get when I begin to see a part of myself healing from various darknesses in my past. It’s a lot more about the little things now.
As far as what you might see here?
I’m a lover, an aunty, a nanny, a caretaker, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and an over-caffeinated squirrel. I have ADHD, OCD, PTSD, and enough chronic health conditions to write a book about (mostly stemming from hormones) that I’m sure to talk on from time-to-time.
I was a photographer and graphic designer, both of which I’m relearning how to fall in love with outside of commissioned work.
Prior to the whole “my life got flipped, turned upside down” chaos I was talking about, I had plans to seek out a tattoo apprenticeship so I’m frequently searching for time to work on that portfolio and keep tossing around the idea of selling some digitized art, but we’ll see.
I’m a foodie, both in the eating out and cooking at home sense. I love a budget, but I also love a good “Target tells me what I need” kind of day. I’m lucky if I roll out of bed more than 15 minutes before I need to leave the house, so you won’t be getting hour long makeup tutorials or more than like 5 hairstyles, but you might get lucky enough for some cute puppy content from one of my fluffballs.
I guess what I’m trying to say is… if you’re a lover of boring yet somehow also unhinged messy chaos… you’re in the right place! If you’re still reading, thanks for being here and being you.
If it wasn’t already obvious - this is a safe space for anyone and everyone.
Let me raise up my cherry limeade seltzer water for this one…
cheers to new adventures,
new outlooks,
new outlets,
new experiences,
and new faces.
I hope you enjoy my word vomit.