Hi. I’m Stacy Morrison. Above all else, I am a searcher.
Professionally, I am a media executive, and have been lucky to be shaping and driving stories and media brands for different audiences for more than twenty years. You can read my Super-Official Bio here, if that’s what you’re looking for. But it is the searcher in me that drove those successes, too.
I am an inveterate people-watcher, most especially of myself. I am fascinated by the way each of us create our identities, with scraps and string and rubber bands and chewing gum. With stories told to us or moments we lived, from exchanges with our families and friends, from our failures and our wins. But mostly from that never-ending internal dialogue that decides at different moments, all day, every day, who I am now? And now? And now?
This blog is the place where I talk about my own identity, but the most internal part of it. The outside part of my identity is easy to see: Google Stacy Morrison and you’ll find thousands of words and photos and public appearances. It’s easy to assume that all that success and confidence and blonde hair equals something solid and secure.
But of course, that is not so, because life is a journey and we have to change boats midstream and then get on a horse when sled dogs would be better, then turn upside down and wake up and realize we are actually in a desert where the sand is made of sugar and the sun can sing us a lullabye, and well, wait a minute. That metaphor just turned into a hallucination, and yet out of that, I will still find a way to see meaning and I will right my ship and begin again.
Begin again. And again. Get closer to my intuition. Allow myself to be in love with life, even though being aware of its ticking preciousness makes me feel vulnerable and as shreddable as fine cotton voile blowing in the summer breeze.
Here I write about what I do know and I can’t and will never know about my successes of becoming the person I’m truly meant to be.
I get closer to her every day, but she is a chimera, ever slipping from my grasp. All I can do is keep unpeeling the layers, get closer to true and deep self-honesty, and love myself with all the compassion I have long shone on others. It is an honor to have you here, as I write my way toward my own internal home, as I keep filling in the blanks.