My name isn’t really Effy Wild. Effy was born out of a deep desire to try my hand at art journaling but without risking the kind of vulnerability that comes when one takes on a new endeavour for all the world to see. I just couldn’t face the thought of having my tender bits hanging out for my family of origin, acquaintances who had no idea I had delusions of artsy grandeur, or, really, anyone I knew to see. I felt incredibly tender as I embarked on my artsy journey, so I did it all on the down low with an assumed name so I could sign up for various workshops and classes without anyone knowing who the hell I was, really.

In the process I discovered who the hell I was, really. Funny, that.

So, while Effy Wild isn’t my ‘real’ name, it is my truest incarnation. It is the wild, fierce, brave, precious, wicked, juiced up, tenacious, paint-spattered self that lay in wait to be born in all the years I stumbled from one hobby to another without much success or satisfaction. It is a name created from the first initial of my first name (F led to Eff which made me think of Effin’, Elfin, Eff That, and finally Effy) and the word “Wild” which spoke to me of some heretofore dormant potential within a woman who had become jaded, bored, frustratingly scattered, and spiritually drained. In choosing the name, I chose a new path and that path led to this:

I love my life. I think I can help you come to a place where you love your life, too. I write about that, amongst other things.

Welcome. And tell me. What is it you plan to do with YOUR one wild and precious life?