Writing has always been something I enjoy. I dream about it. I think about what I should write when I’m running or driving or just daydreaming. I get all fired up about it and then the spark fizzles out before I write anything down. It’s a real creativity killer.
So, I purchased this blog site after toying around with a free version for years. I thought the purchase would motivate me…it hasn’t. Then, I purchased a URL. I thought that would motivate me further…it hasn’t…until today. You see, my gift of writing is a “calling” and I really need to let you know why. Quite frankly, I want to know why, too. I think I have direction for now, but only the Lord knows where this is suppose to go.
I thought I should start by introducing myself. My name is Chelsea Levo Feary. I am 43 years old and live in Owasso, OK. Where is Owasso? It’s the northern suburb of Tulsa. If you don’t know where Tulsa is, look it up. It you have never heard of Tulsa, I’ll pray for your education.
I am married to my husband John and we will celebrate our third anniversary in September. This is marriage #2 but I’ll talk more about that later. I have three children, but none of them are mine biologically. My nearly 24-year-old daughter, Meredith. is from marriage #1. My nearly 14-year-old daughter Emma and 15-year-old son Ian are my kiddos from my hubs, John. Although these kiddos are my “bonus” kiddos, I couldn’t be more grateful to have them in my life. I also want to give a shout-out to both of the mothers who have been so gracious to allow me to be such a special part of their children’s lives.
I have two fur-kids. Ellie, a Jack Russell Terrier is nearing 17 years old and Sterling, a fluffy grey and white cat is nearing 12 years old. Ellie is nearing the end of her life on earth, so lucky you! You’ll get to hear all about her geriatric oddities. Oh, and you’ll get to hear me grieve when she dies. That is going to SUCK, so get ready.
I’m a recovering alcoholic coming up on then years of sobriety on September 21 (THANKS BE TO GOD). I lost my mom in 2015 due to alcohol-related death and my dad’s been going down that horrible path with a death-grip on the vodka bottle, since. My father has been through a lot the past four years and has taken my family as collateral damage along for the ride, as alcoholics do. You’ll hear a lot about what it was like to grow up with alcoholic parents, become one, marry one, and then with the help of my faith, fight my way out of a very abusive and destructive way of life.
Speaking of faith…I’m a fiercely devoted Catholic. My faith, my church, my God is number one in my life. Everything revolves around my faith and the power of surrendering to it has given my more love and grace than I could have ever imagined. I’ve worked the past ten years to learn more about Catholicism, the Bible,Saints, Christianity, and other religions to be able to have educated conversations and debates about religion and faith. One day, I hope to be comfortable enough to call myself an Apologist, but until then, I’ll keep learning. So…you’ll hear a lot about that, too.
I am a public servant and an economic developer. I work for the city where I live and love every bit of it. Money has never been the goal in my work. I just want to make a difference. I enjoy interacting with businesses and citizens and if there is a way to connect someone to a resource to help them, I’m on it.
In my “free time,” I like to run. I also lift weights, practice yoga, garden, read, and write. I mess around with essential oils, decorating, and other crafty things from time to time. I’m currently pursuing a masters degree in Public Administration from the University of Oklahoma and I’m teaching myself to speak Spanish. Blah, blah, blah, who cares. I hate this paragraph.
Oh, and I am probably going to cuss. In fact, it’s almost a miracle I haven’t yet in this post. I’ll us a dash or an asterisk to substitute a letter or two to church it up a bit. I’m a raw storyteller, so I rarely mince words. I think our world needs more authenticity among the plastic, social media facade we display. You’ll get the real deal here, b*tches.
So, that’s a synopsis of my current state of things. I hope you’ll follow my writing and give me feedback, especially if you’ve experienced anything similar. Empathy and being able to relate to others is so powerful, which is why I write. Thanks, y’all. God bless you and please pray for each other.