September 28. 2025
I realized the material I’ve been trying to write, develop, expand upon was the material I used in my creative writing program application. All this time, I’ve been working on what I thought was a series of different projects that all, in actuality, connect back to the original material I started over fourteen years ago. It is a deep-seeded, fully, unexpressed lingering of the thoughts and emotions in my heart and being.
I’ve always sought a sense of connecting with the generations of my family that were here long before I was even a drop in the bucket. I have a love for food, cooking, traveling, family stories, and comfort in ways that are more soothing than the tightest hug from my granny.
I spent numerous hours researching components of weaving that tapestry together, unbeknownst to what the bigger picture was I had started creating. It was a moment at a time before I could sincerely recognize the scope of the bigger picture of my spirit.
But in unfolding and discovering the pieces and parts that make me who I am, I’ve stepped into fully embracing the quirks I once thought were shortcomings and inadequacies. The truth of the matter is they are gifts. My hypersensitivity was viewed as a weakness by others who in actuality were too hardened and emotionally detached from the world that my expressiveness was a problem. I learned those were not my people. I was told I was too much by people that couldn’t fully comprehend my energy or the light I carry.
I love creating: words on a page, food on a plate, candles with intention, a delightful experience in a glass, and even a confectionery treat to comfort a hurting soul. I march to a soundtrack of my own and often tend to wear my independence as a badge of both courage and honor.
It’s an accolade for when I once was afraid to do things alone, when I expected people to show up for me in the same manner I showed up for them. But I am one of one. My quirks and oddities are what make me a unique being. I guess I know myself and pledge to always honor my own soul.
Until next time…be authentically you!
Necia Mac Writes 