So… here we are. The first post. The first time I’m really putting words to the things I’ve carried for years.
Tater Tot and Truth. Even saying it out loud makes me smile a little. “Tater Tot“– that’s what my Mom calls me. It’s a small thing, yet it feels like home. Like something soft from before the world got so complicated. And “Truth“… well, that’s what I’ve been running toward, and sometimes from, most of my life.
I am starting this blog because there are stories I’ve never really said out loud. Stories about family and growing up in the South– about how love and pain can live under the same roof. About what it feels like to be judged because you don’t fit the mold. About the anxiety that sneaks in even on the good days. About finding love despite being miles apart. About leaving one place to start over somewhere new, and realizing you can’t outrun yourself no matter how far you go.
I don’t know exactly what this will become and I don’t have a grand plan for how this space will unfold. I just know that stories matter. They connect us.
Maybe these words will help me heal. Maybe they’ll remind someone else that they’re not the only one trying to figure it all out– that they’re not alone.
Either way, this I me–showing up.
Messy Honest. Hopeful.
Here’s to beginning.
From Taylor, with love.