We are not in Kansas anymore Toto πŸŒͺπŸ–€πŸΎβš“οΈ

These are my ruby slippers. 


If you notice in most of my pictures on any social media platform my tootsies (πŸ‘£) are the leading character. 

This had gone unnoticed by me until a dear friend of mine pointed it out one day. 

I am constantly taking pictures of my foodies because cooking and eating are a passion of mine. 

Photo documenting things to share for the greater good is another. πŸ’•

Once he pointed it out to me I had an epiphany of sorts. In my untrained marketing and self branding brain I thought to myself that I will keep including my tootsies in photos because they are pretty flipping cute 😌 Kiddin 😜 

But because I’m weird and do weird shit – consistently. And this last year has been a major transformative year for me to fully step into my new found courage and bravery to proudly wave my weird flag πŸŽ‰

So tootsies in every photo it is!!! πŸ™‚

I am consciously and intentionally growing into a place where I want to celebrate and nurture not only my special (read: crazy-ass 😜) uniqueness (weirdness) but I want to celebrate and encourage those around me to do the same. 

How liberating is it to finally feel free enough to be our true selves no matter how off the beaten path it may be. ✨


I have learned from reflecting on my failed marriage the value of being our TRUE selves and allowing the right people to enter our life and love us as we are. 

Enter: MAJOR Ass sigh of relief. ☺️ Mmmmmkay 😌

It serves no one to make ourselves small to fit into some Pre-made box so that we can gain the approval and love of others. 

I have also learned in the reflection of this last 18 months or so that it is SOOOOO okay for people to fall out of our world AND to let that happen gracefully. 

People AND things. It’s OK to let them go. Trust me. They clear spaces for more beautiful and amazing things that are vibrating closer to our newfound sparkly vibe to enter and encourage growth within us instead of draining us. πŸ’«


I know now that I am not meant for everyone. And I don’t want to be. I’m doing something terribly wrong if that were the case. I am FREE from people pleasing HALLELUJAH!!!! πŸŽ‰

In order for me to arrive at this level of peace and acceptance I have really had to do some soul searching. πŸŒͺπŸŒͺπŸŒͺ

I had to go in the vault of shitty shit and stare some monsters in the face, acknowledge their existence, accept them for all that they are, and surrender them peacefully. 

I’m talking about our shadow side. We ALLLLLLL have it. I will write ABUNDANTLY on that topic in my future writing adventures. πŸ–€πŸŒͺ➰

I am vehemently passionate about bringing awareness to our shadow as I KNOW this is the key to living a grace filled, joyful, abundant life REGARDLESS of our adversities. But most importantly BECAUSE of our adversities. 🀘🏾🀘🏾🀘🏾

So here’s the cliff notes to attaining emotional freedom by acknowledging and working through our shit. 

Say you have a full glass of water. To the top full. Say it’s muddy as hell… dingy, sad, lifeless dull and has no spark. 

You try and put more clean water in it but your unable to. Fresh water goes in but just gets mixed with the muddy water that’s already in there. So now you have some mediocre dinge.

You have to get the murky yucky water completely out so you can fill it with beautiful fresh, clear, crisp water. 

This is how our shadow works. Until we truly acknowledge, accept and surrender (let go) of our deep repressed emotions without being dishonest to ourselves and sugar coating shit, boozing over the feelings and numbing ourselves with whatever drug of choice we go with – we are not free. 

 

I can tell you from my own journey of practicing this concept of letting go that it has single handedly been the most amazing catalystic transformative tool I could dream of and more. πŸ’™πŸŒˆπŸŒ€

I have an increased self awareness of my value and worth. And I’m not talking about some cocky, narcissistic (do we know one of these guys πŸ˜‰) kinda way. 

No. I’m talking about coming from a compassionate, accepting, loving and humble, caring kind of way. 

It’s ignited a fire inside of me to examine how I can use myself and my journey for the benefit of those around me. 

And this is all hunky doory… But the MOST incredible side effect to embracing and celebrating all the conglomeration of messy, ugly and sparkly imperfect perfection that is inside of me is that I can now see with crystal visions (Shout out to my girl Stevie Nicks on that one πŸŒŸπŸ’«πŸ€˜πŸΎπŸŽ‰) these beautiful amazing things in others. 

And I’m talking clear as day see it. And I can see that they don’t even know it’s there themselves and that’s the most amazing, encouraging part. πŸ’•

I’ve become obscenely passionate about helping others see the goodness that is in them and has been inside them the entire time without recognizing it.

Maybe over the years life has happened to them and their inner spark has dimmed and they have numbed themselves out with the daily grind. 

That’s where my ruby slippers come in. πŸ™‚ 

Remember in the movie Witchy Oz (aka Wizard of Oz) the good witch Glinda helped Dorothy see that she had all she needed to get back to Kansas inside her the entire time. ✨ 

She just had to believe in herself…..  The ruby slippers she didn’t even need….. 

See where I am going with this?????? 

I feel I have been tasked to help others realize their beauty and to find their inner spark again. 

And I (somehow) just know I am more than capable of doing so. 


It’s because I have actually started loving myself that I feel able to show others the way to that. 

It’s a known fact that we cannot give what we do not possess ourselves. 

And what this means for me sadly is that up until now when I have finally cut the bullshit and rolled up my sleeves and did the dirty work to self redemption…. that I haven’t truly ever loved before. 

It has to start with loving ourselves. πŸ’• 

What this also means is that going forward everything is going to be that much sweeter for me and those around me. πŸ’•

The thought of this coming year is so damn exciting to me that I can’t even contain myself. 

So much that I was woken up at 2:53am to write about it whilst Snib is laying on my arm snoring away. πŸ™‚

He’s my happy place. πŸ–€πŸΎπŸ–€πŸ–€


Enough for now…. 

All my love… every last ounce of it… 

a. Danielle ❣️

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