Hi, I’m Chelsea — professional dot-connector, part-time dream chaser, full-time snack enthusiast, and occasional chaos coordinator.
By day, I wrangle timelines and to-do lists like a pro. By night (and honestly, most weekends), I’m designing, writing, building our next home, or trying to tire out our cattle dog like it’s my side hustle.
This website is my digital living room — comfy pants encouraged, perfection absolutely not required. It’s where I share the behind-the-scenes of building a life that’s equal parts organized and “what in the world am I doing?”
Come for the creativity, stay for the slightly unhinged honesty.
I Wasn’t an Alcoholic, But I Quit Drinking. Here’s Why.
I didn’t quit drinking because I hit rock bottom. I wasn’t an alcoholic. I barely drank at all, honestly. But every time I did, my body let me know it wasn’t okay. Anxiety. Sleepless nights. Stomach issues. The kind of hangover that felt completely out of proportion for what I’d actually had. Two years ago, I decided even “just one drink” wasn’t worth feeling that way anymore. And that quiet decision turned out to be one of the most powerful ones I’ve ever made.