Monday, January 15, 2018


Now that I'm 40 and all grown up (hah), I'm trying to get a better grip on my time. I've always been fairly good with time management, but over the last couple of years it's become progressively more difficult, which may or may not have anything to do with the demanding TIC (Toddler In Charge). But when one aspires to write a bestselling book while simultaneously advocating for social justice and debunking archaic and ill-informed conservative viewpoints on the LGBTQ+ community, one needs to get a better grip on time management.

One of the things I need to do to make this happen is to make myself accountable to you fine people. If I write about it, you expect it. If you expect it, I need to make it happen because I am a woman of my word. (Those of you who knew me in a past life, I was not always this woman. But I am now. Promise.)

And so, I blog! VIVA LA BLOG! It pains me to look back upon my archives to see how loftily I started and how far I fell, judging by the number of blog posts per year. Last year was six, by the way. Pathetique! But, day by day, I'm writing what I need to do in my day planner and praying for the strength and endurance to make it happen, even when Cranky McGrumpyface won't sleep for fourteen hours. (He's super cute, though, don't get me wrong.)

If you pray, please do that for me. If you're a good-viber, a pleasant-thoughter, or anything else positive, I'll take that, too. I have a message I need to get out of my heart and onto paper and it actually IS a matter of life and death for some. I believe in God, and I believe this is my purpose. So, if you see me online, feel free to say, "HEY. How's that book going? And what are you doing on social media?"

Thanks for that. I appreciate it. Now, go love one another. Because, contrary to the Hokey Pokey lyrics, THAT is what it's actually all about.

Until next time,
Stephanie Jean

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Another New Year, Blah Blah Blah

It's the most promising time of the year. We have that motivated sense of being able to do anything! Accomplish those goals! Achieve those dreams! Lose that weight! Read those books! Purge that house! And, sometime around February 1st, we lose our steam and begin to think that we are fat, lazy failures who can never finish anything. At least, that's how I've felt the last 25 or so New Years. It's like a honeymoon phase, a whirlwind of excitement and possibilities. And then you look at your resolutions one day, and they look at you, and instead of snuggling together you just nod in mutual disdain and go your separate ways.

Whoa. That escalated quickly.

Listen, though, it doesn't have to be that way, right? We KNOW it doesn't have to be that way. But if we sit in our isolated little cubbies and don't walk this path together, then it's just going to keep being that way.

So, here's the Journey. Get on it. Share it. Talk to each other. Talk to me. Talk to yourselves. That's okay, we do that all the time. (Don't ask yourselves questions and then start fights with yourselves when you don't give you the answer you're looking for, though, that's a bit awkward.)

It's about goals, yes, but it's about community and support and encouragement. It's about loving ourselves, and others, exactly where we are, and going the step further to inspire each other to be the very best that we can be. That I can be. That you CAN BE.

It's not a new month. It's a new YEAR.

What do you want to accomplish? Because you can.

We can.


--Stephanie Jean