I find it strange to write an about me page when this whole blog is going to be about my lived experiences and lessons. I am just a couple years shy of the big 30 (I’m 28) and my god, I am feeling nostalgic. I present to you, dear reader, The Stevee P. Diaries. A blog named after one of my many nicknames “Stevee” /Ste-vie/ and my middle initial P for Philip. I wanted this blog to be stories about growing up, my thoughts , and most of all the things I wish I could’ve said in moments I didn’t have time to process either from being too young or dumb. (Most likely both.)

Some of you may know that in my senior year of high school, I had a style blog that evolved all throughout my late teens to early 20’s. The last evolution of this blog was what I considered “Lifestyle”. It was called Stevee P. I never knew what to write about. (More on that later...) Until late 2020, I along with most of the world was getting back on our feet with life. I was working but had lots of restrictions on living. I found writing to be quite the outlet, it was a sort or spark that no other job had given me. Sorry to all current and past jobs, it wasn’t you it was me… well actually it was you. Besides the point, I wanted to keep writing, and seriously too. With so many talented writers/authors that already exist, I didn’t really feel like I could be seen as serious. But I realized that I am far from a serious person. Writing feels fun, it's freeing, and I want that to be reflected in my words. Until someone says it better, “ We can be anything we want, we OURSELVES just have to accept that first. Then, surround yourself with those who uplift you in it.” So I am a writer, trying to make something of this new path. It seems fitting to start here, a blog with lots of writing, about me… a writer.

I’m certainly not fishing for compliments when I say this but I know I’m not anything special, I am human. And if anything that’s what I hope shines through these stories and thoughts. To anyone who reads these entries, I hope you find something that resonates with you, and know that you are not alone walking through life.

I have a lot to say. I’m not sure if I care enough that you’ll listen, but I’ll keep writing until you do.

Kisses,

Steven