About Nessa

Hi there! I’m Vanes­sa (a.k.a Nes­sa), the own­er and author of Adult­ing with Nes­sa. 🙂 I am here to encour­age and enlight­en as many peo­ple as I can with my advice on adult­ing — how to sur­vive in the adult world. As I have reached the ripe old age of 23, I feel that I have had plen­ty of life expe­ri­ences from which can be ren­dered con­struc­tive advice… Because I’ve messed up and done brain­less things…Quite a few times. I want to help peo­ple pre­vent them­selves from mak­ing the same dumb mis­takes I have, in every­thing from find­ing moti­va­tion to do any­thing to plan­ning a wed­ding (because I am mar­ried after all.) I also hope to give bits of help­ful tips and tricks to liv­ing an awe­some, hap­py life!

I loooooove love, so I am prob­a­bly sap­py and annoy­ing at times, and for that all I have to say is sor­ry not sor­ry. 😉

As I men­tioned before, I am mar­ried, but to the most awe­some, lov­ing, kind, fun, attrac­tive, pos­er-coun­try-boy in the world, Troy. (He’s got a great singing voice, hope­ful­ly some­time I can catch him singing  along with Josh Turn­er or Randy Travis.) We’ve been mar­ried since March 1, 2014 (got mar­ried at 19 years old, phwew 😁), and I have had the best time of my life being mar­ried to him.


I’ve had my share of body-image strug­gles in the past, which I blame on my nat­u­ral­ly curly hair, fair­ly ath­let­ic build — not straight hair and a skin­ny bod — and desire to be seen as per­fect to those around me (instilled by my mom, who got it from her mom, who got it from her mom and so on..) I strug­gled with what I would say was a small case of bulim­ia in my late high school years and found that it tru­ly had zero pos­i­tive affects on the body, and pure­ly neg­a­tive affects on the mind. BUT over the past few years I am proud to boast that I have had SO much progress in over­com­ing the demons in my physical/mental life, and hope to also share some of the ways I was able to suc­ceed in doing so. I also refuse to pass that mind­set on to my future chil­dren ( which will require the right mind­set and effort!)


That being said, I love work­ing out and eat­ing as healthy as pos­si­ble (at least I try my best to, but it’s hard liv­ing with some­one who loves taco truck bur­ri­tos.) I’ve nev­er com­pet­ed in any fit­ness com­pe­ti­tions, and don’t think I ever will. The bur­ri­to lov­ing hubs does not approve of me parad­ing on a stage in next to noth­ing, show­ing off the body he cov­ets. 😉 Quite frankly, I’m not sure I would want to either, how­ev­er I respect and admire the gals that suc­ceed and doing so. I also like to bake, make, and eat treats every so often, and that doesn’t nec­es­sar­i­ly work out with the fit­ness mod­el diet. 😉 Exam­ple A, shown below.

exam­ple A:  me with the huge Sil­ver­wood Theme Park sin­gle scoop ice cream bowl, shared with the hubs.


I used to be pret­ty shy and super awk­ward, but late­ly I’ve noticed that I’m pret­ty awk­ward and a lit­tle out­go­ing… I’ve made progress at least.


One of the hard­est things I’ve expe­ri­enced in my life so far was los­ing my Grand­pa Bob. He had an aneurysm of sorts short­ly before my wed­ding day, and was hos­pi­tal­ized for about four months before suc­cumb­ing to the after affects of what I blame on a poor­ly exe­cut­ed surgery/procedure, that was intend­ed to reverse the effect of the aneurysm… He was also a very inde­pen­dent man, and I don’t think he want­ed to live in the con­di­tion he was in any longer. To this day it puts a lump in my throat to think about him being out of my life and gone from the world, but (as cliché as it sounds) I am con­fi­dent that I will be see­ing him again one day, in per­fect form, when we are reunit­ed in Heav­en. Even with the encour­age­ment of know­ing that, I can’t lis­ten to Brad Paisley’s song, “When I Get Where I’m Going,” because it makes me cry in antic­i­pa­tion of that moment. But still, it’s a won­der­ful thing to have a con­fi­dence in an even bet­ter life after the one we live here on earth!




That is anoth­er thing I hold near and dear to my heart, my rela­tion­ship with and faith in God.




I’m also a col­lege drop out, aspir­ing busi­ness own­er, huge fam­i­ly per­son and lover of all things adven­ture.

Adult­ing is hard on the young, matur­ing, aspir­ing adult, but with a lit­tle work and some moti­va­tion, togeth­er we can make it out on top!

Thanks again for vis­it­ing!

xoxo, Nes­sa