Chelsea’s Blog

The girl with five names

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Dream, Write, Let go…

I believe that I can manifest anything in the world by putting it out into the universe and then working hard on the things I know I can change and then just letting go. Sometimes I forget that when I was 15 one of my parent’s more “spiritually inclined” friends gave me a candle and a […]

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Jul 16
Exploration

Dear Uncle Herb…

When I was a wee one my Uncle Herb (who was really a family friend) told my Dad that every time I did something funny or noteworthy that he should write Herb an email so that he could be the keeper of the Chelsea story vault. A few years ago, Uncle Herb sent my Dad […]

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Jul 12
Inspiration

Daddy always said, “Say Your Prayers”

I always had trouble sleeping as a kid. I always wanted to sleep in my parents bed and every time I tried to sleep in my own bed there was somewhat of an emotional breakdown. I didn’t want to. I was so scared. And let’s face it, I ended up sleeping in my parents’ bed […]

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Take the Unknown and Make it Known

The scariest thing in the world is stuff we don’t know. It’s why so many folks are afraid of gay people, they just don’t have any personal experience with someone gay to know they’re not any different than straight people. The unknown is always the scariest. But the cool thing about the unknown is once […]

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I Can Be Anything I Want to Be

I am essentially afraid of so many things. I worry constantly. I think some of it has to do with wanting people to like me because at my core I am the most people-y of people pleasers you’ll ever meet. Ok, so a lot of it has to do with wanting the people around me […]

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To The Sun and The Moon and Back

“We love you to the sun and the moon and back” said Dad as he turned on my night light and kissed me on the head. It was really more symbolic than anything. Both of my parents knew it would be a matter of minutes before they heard the soft patter of my feet on […]

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