Hello friends! It has been a very very long time since I’ve written on here. Late last year, I moved my site over to ceciliawrites.com in hopes of having a more aesthetically pleasing site; I met my goal, but in some way, I miss how I wrote here. I guess I’ve been too concerned with aesthetics as opposed to creating content, and it has thrown me for a loop. As you can see, I still write from my experiences, but it feels different. Is it that I’m changing?
But you know what’s interesting? I think the reason is because I miss you all. I’ve never met you and you’ve probably only read one of my posts, but I miss knowing that there’s someone out there—a community—reading my work. In sharing about my desperate need to feel independent in certain areas, a good friend once said, “Cecy, I think you’re confusing ‘independence’ with ‘isolation.'” In my need to create a new website, it feels as though I’ve done just that.
There is a similar feeling with my Instagram account. I created a public account in lieu of my new website since it seemed appropriate. But this week, in contemplating my public and private accounts, I wondered if it made sense to separate them. Did they not come from the same entity, me? Why did I really separate them in the first place? Did I not want to mend parts of me, instead of divide them?
The curation of my site and public persona has, in fact, distracted me from writing. Yes, it’s great to have a great site and make sure it’s connected to my Instagram profile, but if I think about it long enough, Instagram is not my goal. Writing is. And I haven’t done much of it either.
So, as a friend who left the party a while back, I stand at the door asking if I can come back in and join you again. I’ll be writing and posting on my other site but may actually copy over some of my posts so you can see what I’ve been up to. You can always email me at email@example.com. I am always happy to hear from you.