Sierra Scott

For as long as I can remember my family & close friends have called me some derivative of “SiSi” or “Si”. I really like it. Full disclosure though, I have animosity towards “about me’s”, I even considered having my best friend or mom write this simply so I didn’t have to talk about myself. But doing so would be contradictory as to why I am here & the work I am doing to show up more whole-heartedly. Really, I am teaching myself to actively accept the unapologetic advice I tend to give others.

I was born & raised in the mid-west & apparently have the accent to prove it. So say the southerns I am around now days. I am drawn to the purity & awareness mornings bring, yet I’m an unfortunately committed night owl (help). When it was no longer “socially acceptable” to have stuffed animals, I went ahead & replaced them with an obscene amount of throw pillows on my bed. I collect plants, I have named each of them & speak to them as though they are my children; because well they are. I really, REALLY liked unicorns & butterflies until middle school, Lisa Frank was my gurl! But then I discovered punk rock. I drink drinks way too fast, Bohemian Rhapsody (song & film) still make me cry. I have a rolodex of questions prepared in my mind most times. If you allow me to ask, I will pose you with some, probably endlessly. You’re welcome & I am sorry in advance. All of this maybe just made me sound like Jessica Day, but I digress.

I view very few things in life as easy come or easy go. Thus, I value the people & things in my life deeply. But the truth is, I have always felt as though I knew others better than I know myself & somehow their stories already make more sense to me than mine does.

So if you’re here, you’re willingly taking a journey with me, my thoughts & experiences paired with words. All of which have been suppressed & dismissed for the better half of my life. It’s a true work in progress to apply concise phrases to emotions I have only vaguely allowed myself to feel for 25 years. But the beauty is, there is no wrong way to do it, except perhaps to avoid it altogether.

Regardless of what these words have meant to me, I hope they’ll also get to narrate you. This isn’t just an invitation; this is me warmly welcoming you to hear your own voice through mine. You can contribute too. I ask that you help me define emotions, no matter how abstract; we can draw lines in the sand of our experiences. The things you didn’t say but wished you had, the things you did but wished you hadn’t. That person you’ve known & the one who is new. Of course, words only barely fill the spaces our emotions have created for our hearts to continue beating. But I’m starting here. Because the pain that once made my heart feel unimpressed & frankly so cold, has ironically inspired me. 

Lastly, I aggressively care about people, but don’t want to be clingy about it (it’s a running joke). Yet this paradox about me makes feel connected & withdrawn simultaneously. It is sometimes all heightened because I am stubborn, I will be the first to admit it. However, I willingly sit amidst the tension of it all, primarily because I want you to know that someone can have eyes to vividly see the details of your being & without hesitation, choose all of you both in spite of the flaws & because of them. I won’t promise that I will always have the most eloquent words to share. But I am confident that I will be paying attention & eager to describe what I find.

Here’s to taking good care of each other.

xx - Si