About Ariel Meadow Stallings
My writing likes to poke at the soft places of overlap between culture, identity, relationships, and personal development.
I got my start in the mid-’90s editing a rave magazine, graduated the Columbia Publishing Course in 2001, and then spent most of the ’00s doing marketing for corporations like the Seattle Times, Microsoft, and Amazon. I've dedicated the last 13 years to managing my bootstrapped digital media company, the Offbeat Empire LLC.
My work has reached about 50 million people in the last decade through the Offbeat Empire’s web and social media properties like offbeatbride.com.
So yeah, that's the career stuff. (If you want more, that's what Linkedin is for!)
However, like you, I contain multitudes...
I'm a 45-year-old small business owner. (Fuck yeah for being middle-aged and middle-class!) I live in Seattle with my 10-year-old son.
I'm an independent researcher obsessed with business fields like the passion economy, psychological topics like attachment theory and secular mindfulness, and spiritual stuff like non-duality and the Enneagram. I'm a dancer with a daily devotional practice I call "lapdances for god." I'm bisexual, poly-leaning, and currently contentedly unpartnered. I'm a daily meditator and weekly weightlifter. I'm an enneatype 3w4. I'm my own trophy wife. I'm a projection screen for your own internalized battles with aspects of yourself.
Really, I'm just one more finger of the same divine hand as you. (Hello, my fellow fingers! 👋)
Wait, a private publication... whaaa?
My most recent book From Shitshow to Afterglow is all about my shitshow... but if you want to know how things are going now, I invite you to subscribe to my private publication, aptly named The Afterglow.
Members get instant access to my most intimate work, including daily conscious embodiment videos, bi-weekly exclusive essays, plus a massive library of over 50 essays, audiobooks, online courses. Members also get instant access to 15 deleted chapters from Sh!tshow ... the stuff that was too weird, too raw, too dirty for mainstream publication.