My Site Is Finally Live
My site is finally up and running! I’ve been working closely with my designer — consulting with him, sharing my writing samples, and fine-tuning every detail. The goal? To network, consult, share this very blog, and, of course, promote my podcast, which is launching this summer.
And hey, maybe a nice lady will stumble across my writing and see the potential for something more.
This morning was interesting — I checked my site’s analytics and saw I already have as much traffic as I did on my old Blogger.com platform. And let’s be honest, Blogger never exactly screamed professional. CharleySeckler.com, on the other hand, looks sharp. The dark turquoise and almond brown palette gives it a polished, inviting feel.
The day started off as hot as my coffee — until my plans took an unexpected turn. I was supposed to meet a nice young lady for coffee at 1:00 PM, but by 1:30, she still hadn’t shown up. As I sat there sipping my tea, I was reminded of a Bumble date from two years ago who panicked and ghosted me, only to text me at the last minute, “Sorry, I panicked. I can’t come.” Moments like these remind me that it’ll take someone special to see past my disability and love me for who I am. But I stay optimistic—especially with some promising summer internships in healthcare PR heating up.
Later that afternoon, I took a walk on a local trail with my dog, Roxy. Every time she didn’t go nuts over another dog, I rewarded her with a treat. By the end of our walk, my smile was back—I felt lighter.
Now, onto something personal: I’ve been challenging myself to make positive changes. I had set a goal to take a break from cannabis for three months, and while I made it three weeks, I slipped up. But I’m not discouraged. I’m giving it another shot, and to help with that, I’m trying out a healthier alternative— FUM —to manage my cravings and break the cycle. I’m going for the full three months this time.
The next day, I shook it off and got back on track. I grabbed a green tea from Fuel in Great Barrington, prepped my notes for a Thursday interview, and let Norah Jones’ soothing melodies wash over me. I reminded myself: Fuck it. It’s a new day.
I mapped out the rest of my March social media plan for my marketing job. The sun was out, flirting with 70 degrees, teasing the arrival of summer. I stepped onto my deck, smirked at Roxy as she took in the scents of the Berkshire trees, and tossed a rock onto the lawn—a simple gesture to leave the tough days behind and start fresh. A skill I learned at Common Collab in Great Barrington, where I see my therapist and attend groups.
Then, life hit me with another curveball. I was supposed to get my cast off, but I mixed up the appointment dates. Part of adulting is nailing down a calendar, and maybe that’s why I haven’t landed an account coordinator role yet. But I’m doing just fine in other ways. My old boss from Somebody to Talk To wants me back to help secure funding from pharmaceutical companies and hospitals for our Duchenne and Sickle Cell support groups. It’ll be good to take on more part-time work while I juggle my consulting role in social media at RDR. More on my plate is perfect—I just need to get my calendar in order.
