Sincerity is hard. Cynicism and sarcasm are so much easier than genuinely admitting you care and deeply think about a thing. I know this because sarcasm is a core part of my personality. It’s easy and satisfying in the moment. It makes you feel clever and validated, especially when it draws a laugh. But there’s a reason why I named this blog Honestly CeCe and not Sarcastically CeCe. Honesty is hard. It requires vulnerability. But that’s part of its value.
I am a thirty-something writer, marketing strategist, and perpetual seeker now living in Atlanta after a lifetime in New York. INFP. Aries. Secret cinnamon roll.
This blog is about seeking and exploring and learning. Trying new things, even if that’s just a new genre of book you don’t normally read.
I write about lessons I’ve learned, books I love, spirituality, relationships, creativity, and my constant, never-ending pursuit of a better self.
I love inspiring and hilarious memoirs, the lava-lamp swirl of milk into hot coffee, knitting while watching TV next to my fiancé with our puppy snuggled against my legs, writing at my desk with my kitty curled up at my feet.