My First Story

Let’s go for the most cliche thing ever and make a “first post” post.

I think I finally know what I want to do here. I think.

I’ve been wanting to do something a bit more personal for a while now. I have a personal blog but I don’t know. It feels like a lot of work, right?

I want something where I can just write. Until last night, I wasn’t quite sure what that would be.

Now I know what I want it to be. All about my life as a career entrepreneur.

I’ve been “owning” my own business since just out of high school. I’ve never had a “real job.” I’ve always worked within the constraints of my life but made it work.

Of course, that was in a creative field and times fell hard. I’m now spending my time trying to make a business out of teaching others my design and tech skills.

I’m still finding ways to be creative, so that’s great. But I want something more for myself.

I want to be able to stop trading time for money.

I want to be able to change at least one person’s world.

And most importantly, I want to empower women.

So that’s the gist of what I’ll be talking about here, I guess.

It’s still up in the air because there’s so many cool things you can do on Virily. I love the quizzes and list features. I know can DEFINITELY make use of those!

Anyway, Steph out. ‘Til next time.


What do you think?


  1. Dear friend Stephanie, Congratulations on joining Virily community. I’m sure there are many things you can do here. A small suggestion if you are pleased, it may be better to find, realize and express all the uniqueness and beauty of ourselves than bother to changing others that might make you disappointed. When you change, the magic will come, many people and things will change! Wish you all the best, entrepreneur!

  2. My second blog, for which I started in 2007, focused on mental illness. I was afraid to share any of my personal stories about depression or PTSD because, frankly, I was embarrassed having a ‘mental illness’ and was petrified anyone of my colleagues would find out. As the years went on, and as I developed a kinship with many other ‘mental health survivor’ bloggers, I realized I didn’t have to hide my mental illness, be proud of what I have accomplished and changed my articles authored ‘anonymous’ to my own name.