Turn up our self-love dial and watch shift happen ๐Ÿ™ƒ

“As I began to love myself my relationship with everyone changed” is one of the most profound concepts I have come across.

It’s incredibly transformative and yet so many of us haven’t the slightest grasp of what this means.

Our external relationships are a direct mirror to our relationship we have with ourselves.

An example of this is seen when a woman keeps meeting the same type of men that don’t treat her with an ounce of respect, makes her feel less than, devours any remaining sense of self worth, etc. She knows deep in a corner of her heart that it’s not the best but she settles.

This is a mirror of her relationship with herself and it illuminates the lack of self-love that she has for herself.

The guy is only offering her a means to show her that. But we don’t pay attention to these universal languages and concepts.

She attracts this same type of man because that is where her vibration or belief systems are at about herself.

She doesn’t respect herself because if she DID, she wouldn’t be with a man that treated her less than a fucking queen in the first place.

It’s not (entirely) her fault though. People, situations and other events slowly mold and shape us and we (subconsciously) start creating limiting beliefs about ourselves. These things slowly start taking us away from the our truth. Our truth is that we are valuable, worthy, unique beings that deserve all the love and light a person can handle and more.

We are told in various ways, verbal and nonverbal, direct and indirect, that we are unworthy so that’s what types of relationships we get into. The ones that prove that limiting belief in us right.

So then what do we do when we find ourselves in relationship like this?

We try and change THEM ๐Ÿ˜ณ

And we fail miserably, most likely destroying both of us and the relationship in the process of it.

Every time you find yourself spending time trying to figure another human out or trying to change another human it’s an opportunity to pause and turn our happy asses right around and go look in the mirror.

Every. Single. Time.

It’s the truth Ruth. And it sucks swallowing that bitter pill but, oh so worth it.

We have some faulty wiring in us that prohibits us from loving ourselves sometimes. Or we don’t think we should put ourselves first. We think it’s selfish. We establish a martyr like persona.

And it’s damaging our relationships with everything.

We need to look inward and start asking ourselves the important questions like how much did we love ourself today? How kind was I to myself? Did I sacrifice myself for another today for fear of disappointing them but ended up ultimately betraying me?

If we are feeling stressed how often do we pause, connect with ourselves and ask what it is we truly need in that moment?

No. We don’t most often because we are bad asses and we barrel through life tackling anything that it throws at us. Which totally rocks and that serves us well.

Until it doesn’t.

I invite you to start reflecting on your relationship with yourself. Do you speak down to yourself during the day and not even really notice it because it’s the norm?

Do you find yourself going insane trying to figure out your narcissistic ex that keeps toying you along?

Get to the mirror ASAP.

Figure out what is the most loving thing you can do for yourself. AND DO IT!!!

I will say I am an AVID IPA beer drinker and love my spritzers but this is one time where I will tell you that boozy treats are not an act of self love.

It doesn’t enrich our relationship with ourself. It numbs us to it.

When we start respecting ourselves and celebrating the monstrous things we have over come and using positive, empowering language during our self talk we will notice a change in dynamic around us.

Shift will happen ๐Ÿ™‚

Lots and lots of shift. ๐Ÿ™ƒ

My invitation for us is to turn inward and start assessing how we love and treat ourselves. This is NOT another opportunity to beat ourself up for coming to the realization that we are terrible to ourself.

It’s an opportunity to make amazing shift in your life.

When we commit to loving ourselves that’s throwing out a big, bold ass statement to everything around us that we are now more fully able to love them too!

But we must come first.

Enough for now.

Absolute (self) love โฃ๏ธ

a. Danielle

The scale can go fuck itself ๐Ÿ™ƒ

I’m not one to preach or write something that I don’t have experience with so when I tell you I have been in the trenches at war with myself and letting my happiness be dictated by the scale… I’m not exaggerating.

Not the slightest.

It’s awful how addicted or obsessive I was around that stupid thing. I remember many days being nervous to step on it and having the bottom drop out of my stomach when I would read the numbers.

The rest of the day I was in a down hill spiral of self loathing, self shaming, criticizing, judging etc.

Any way I could further devalue myself I did.

Actually as I write this I feel sick for how terrible I really did treat myself for all those years.

I think as women (and men’s too ๐Ÿ™‚) we need to be taught young in life that our value is NOT dictated by the shape of our body or the number on a scale.


I recall asking my PE teacher in elementary school how many calories it took to burn 1 pound of fat…. The hook for disordered eating and body dysmorphia was set.

Fast forward to adulthood where my favorite flavor of disordered eating was binging and purging. Food became my companion. My friend. It was ALWAYS there for me.

But the thing about that type of love affair with food is that it’s most often laced with shame, guilt, self hatred and the like.

After years of binging and purging I arrived at what would be my spiritual rock bottom. I found myself in the discard phase of the narcissistic cycle.

Most the times during stress I would eat. But turns out when your losing your marriage and life as you know it and dealing with smear campaigns from hell: you lose your appetite.

I lost 30 lbs in a few weeks. My body started eating its own muscles for fuel. I was thin. I was ill.

BUT somehow I felt more worthy.

Fast forward to coming back from that and being healthy BUT being a prisoner to the scale! I would beat myself up the more the number on the scale crept up. It didn’t matter I was victorious because I was healthy and happy! I was unable to see that. I was blinded because of the stupid fucking scale.

OOOOOOO much healthier in mind, body and soul than I was in the picture on the left.

But I couldn't appreciate what I seen in the mirror or that I FELT so much better because that damned number told me some bullshit lies.

The despair I was feeling got so heavy I knew I had to make a choice. I could choose to be prisoner to the scale or I could break up with it and make my focus and happiness on how I FELT not that number.

As with any change when your addicted/obsessive about something it was a bitch to kick the scale habit. I mean really hard. I studied habits and methods to change habits and have them stick and I am the all or nothing type of person. So I had to quit cold turkey.

And I never looked back. I'm free from being in-prisoned by the scale. I gauge where I am by how I feel when I try on my clothes. If they start feeling a little snug I make small adjustments in the daily life to afford me to get back to my good vibes right away.

I have never felt more free. Well, except when I got divorced from someone who didn't love or respect me I felt pretty fucking free and fabulous then too ๐Ÿค—

But I feel free. I dropped the war with myself. I'm easier on myself than I ever have been. And I think it's no coincidence that I am the most successful in terms of being healthful than I ever have been in my life.

I'm writing this because I was speaking with my girlfriend who was sharing her story and journey with weight watchers.

I know she's been wildly successful in the past using weight watchers and I am behind ecstatic to watch her journey back to health and to loving herself as she deserves to be loved.

But one thing really made my heart break when she was sharing her story. She said she went for weigh in this week and she "only lost half a pound".

My native language is energy before words and I could literally FEEL the defeat seeping from her when she spoke those words.

I KNOW first hand what lower vibrational feelings like despair can do for a person. They can make you give up.

So continued with her story saying how she had done "soooooo Good all week" but was like WTF at her weigh in.

I asked her what "did Good all week" translated into for her. She said she followed her nutrition as she should. Her jeans had started fitting loosely and sagging in her butt. She felt better all around.

When she was telling me this I could feel her excitement and hope but then she stepped on the STUPID MOTHERFUCKING SCALE.

And boom.

Just like that.

Every good, positive feeling she had about herself and her progress was killed.

She didn’t have to continue the story of how her week went after that because I know what happens when a person feels defeated.

She said she had a shitty week. She didn’t follow her Nutrition… she essentially said F it and gave up.

This is SO CRUCIAL and I want everyone to hear this:

Do not let the number on the scale mess with your progress. I know that most of us have it engrained in us that the scale is the only source to gauge our “success” but it’s not.

We have what’s referred to as Non-Scale victories. Aka NSV’s.

And these are your best friends. Your allies. They are there to help you in your journey so you don’t give up when the scale doesn’t budge.

NSV’s are your jeans fitting looser after you have been consistent in your journey. It’s FEELING good and being happy about feeling good. It’s about celebrating you choosing to make the ultimate commitment to yourself to love yourself enough to care for it properly.

They need to be celebrated.

I think I probably blacked out and don’t remember much else because it infuriates me to NO end seeing someone’s progress derailed by the scale.

But I have asked her to go back to how she thought and felt about herself prior to her weigh in. Source those good, positive enthusiastic vibes again.

Getting our mindset behind us is the secret to being a total flipping badass! It’s what I incorporate in my personal training and my go to when I do my transformative guiding.

It’s clutch.

We ALL have the ability to be wildly successful in anything we set our sights on.

I know my friend has got the most tenacious heart. I have no doubts that by her being mindful and diligent about her mindset going forward and working on celebrating her NSV’s along the way she’s going to knock her own socks off.

I want to scream this message from the roof tops though. Don’t just gauge your progress from the scale. Try on your clothes. See how they fit.

Step on the scale if you know about the anatomy and density of fat in relation muscle and understand what body composition means. If you can trust yourself not to be trailed by the scale not moving and keep your positive outlook, then have at it.

If you easily get derailed by the scale, let’s find another method to gauge yourself.

My go to is asking yourself how you fucking feel? Do you feel better when you try on old jeans in your closet and your heart leaps out of your chest because they fit better? Then use that as your guide.

Then use your enthusiasm and high vibes to help carry you on to more success. It’s a domino effect. Use this to your advantage.

Because ultimately when we set a goal to get to a certain weight it’s because in our brains we think that getting to that weight will elicit some feeling we are desiring.

Happiness, confidence, sexiness, self love.. etc.

I’m saying… source that fucking feeling now about yourself WHILE you are journeying down to your goal and watch how your progress catapults. โ˜บ๏ธ

Mmmmmm that’s delish.

I am the biggest advocate for us learning to love ourselves to health.

Enough for now.

With much gratitude,

a. Danielle

How limiting beliefs that cause us repeated suffering of a similar flavor can be traced back to a single event…

I have this place in my soul I refer to as the vault that I have shoved memories and things that have happened to me or that I endured to never be seen in the light of day again.

I was delusional in my belief that if I blacked out a traumatic memory it would disappear forever.

I can tell you that could not be further from the truth.

We are not given our tumultuous circumstances for us to shove them away in a dark corner of our soul and not grow from them and use them to catapult us into spiritual growth.

While our waking conscious may not be aware of our past traumas, our subconscious and our soul is very much aware of them. Stuffed traumas can be magnetic for us in a way that we find we relive the same type of trauma but with a different flavor and different characters.

But the damage is all the same.

It’s time I bring Dead Mom to life for you guys so you can get a better grasp of my life and what’s shaped me.

In my spiritual growth I have learned that if we leave things in us that are unhealed (shoved in the vault, unaddressed) that we will unknowingly attract similar situations to us until we learn the lessons we are supposed to be learning from it.

I see the pattern now of something I have been a prisoner of for my entire life and I was able to trace it back to a traumatic occurrence that happened when I was in grade school.

A boy on the school bus started to put his hands on me. It was slow at first as he was testing the boundaries that I neglected to set.

He was an upper class-men and I feared saying anything to him telling him to stop or quit.

I started dreading riding the bus so I would fake sick. Dead mom (who was undead back then ๐Ÿ˜œ) was getting fed up and pissed off at me for being sickly all the time and her having to call me in sick and leave me home alone.

One day during the morning when I was trying to get called in sick a fight erupted and I finally blurted out that a boy had been touching me inappropriately on the bus and I was uncomfortable with it and didn’t want to be around him or ride the bus anymore!

Dead mom did what any mother of the year would do…..

She screamed at me. She blamed me. She threw her purse across the room and stormed around the kitchen screaming profanities because “now how the fuck was she going to get to work and deal with me getting to school”.

I wanted to die.

My loving subconscious only allows me to retrieve just enough of this memory to write about it while sparing me the reminder of the details because the rest is blacked out still. I’m sure it will surface one day and when that comes I’ll bring it to life on paper (my blog ๐Ÿ™‚).

That incident right there paved the way for numerous things.

It taught me that I was a hassle for everyone. If I was a burden for my parents who were supposed to love you unconditionally, I for sure am a burden for tertiary peoples as well.

You can see this limiting belief played out to this day as it is extremely difficult for me to rely on or ask for help from others.

This incident showed me that it doesn’t matter if you go to authorities (read: parents, the law, your supervisors) because don’t count on them protecting you.

This taught me that the predator will get away with murder and that it’s not worth the turmoil and heartache to bring up being victimized because it will be ME that gets the repercussions.

This last one has played out several times in my life. It’s because this belief was SO strong in me that I managed to attract more situations that would allow that theory to be proven as gospel.

This showed up the time Mr. Good showed up in the city of Omaha fire truck when I was trying to move out and blocked me in the driveway with the engine.

I’m pretty sure that using City Fire Trucks to harass your soon to be ex wife that was already hiding under ground due to immense fear of her situation – was not kosher.

I reported it as I was advised to do. What happened? NOTHING. The board who reviewed it didn’t think anything was wrong.

This showed up the time I was seeking a restraining order and was denied.

These are the precise reasons victims choose to keep quiet.

This limiting belief has tainted my life incredulously.

There is one incident that has rotted in me that I have struggled to forgive myself for allowing to happen and not saying anything about that I cannot Shake.

Forgiving others is a task. But forgiving ourselves?? Can seem impossible at times.

Several years ago our boss took us to Vegas to a fitness convention. The coworker guy and I were more along for the ride and didn’t have to attend the seminars like the managers all did.

During the first night of the event he and I went walking the strip with our boss. It stared getting unusual when our boss starting wanting to take photos of only me standing bye things on the strip.

I felt the stir in my gut that something wasn’t right. But at that time I wasn’t attuned to the language of intuition and shoved it.

I don’t recall the exact reasoning but the coworker guy and I had to go to our Bosses room for something with him.

I don’t know if I had a gut check at that moment or not as I am writing this I am not clear about it.

But what I am certain of is that what transpired next is blows well past the line of appropriate that it makes me ill.

While all 3 of us were in his room he instructed me to get on his bed and pose.

I KNOW I blurted out NO. Because that was way out of line. I remember looking at him and he had this blank look in his eyes that made him look inhuman. It was frightening like something had snapped in him.

He ended up pushing me by the shoulder on his bed and proceeded to take pictures of me while the coworker guy stood there. I was fully clothed. NOT that that detail matters in any way shape or form because what happened was wildly destructive and inappropriate.

I remember him emailing me later when we got back to Omaha and dropping a little black mail- Esqe type hint in an email about having those photos.

I remember asking him to delete them. He responded back that he was only joking about using them.

I never shared this with anyone back then. In fact, the coworker guy and I never breathed a word about it until many years later. He directly witnessed what happened and subsequently now refers to our (ex) boss as Weinstein.

There are so many things to cover as I type this. Such as the anatomy of why I remained silent with this living in me for all these years.

I will address that later as it is VERY important.

What I want to link together is the incident with my dead mom when I reported the kid touching me on the bus and her response and how what that engrained in me from that moment dictated how I handled situations in my life from then on.

I don’t think we realize the impact we leave on ourselves and others. That adage of get thicker skin or let things roll off your back can really go fuck itself.

Things like this, traumas, can stick with us and haunt us even when we think we have buried it. We won’t make the connections between things until we have a massive awakening and the veil is lifted from us and we see things on a much grander scale.

I couldn’t imagine how different things would be for me had my own mother stood up for me like a NORMAL mother should have.

I distinctly remember vowing to myself then and there that if I couldn’t protect my babies better than my dead mom protected me that I would NEVER bring a child into this world.

That incident buried the chance of her and I ever having a relationship. I built up a Fort Knox around my heart to block her out that would never be removed. Not until many years after her death has it finally started to come down brick by brick.

It feels good to have that freedom. As I learned later we are simply unable to selectively block love.

I recall an incident a while ago where my friends daughter had some punk kid say some pretty heinous threats towards her in school. I recall how I felt the moment I heard what happened and I went into hypervigilent mode wanting to protect her from that and protect her from allowing that to latch into her soul and to wreak havoc in her remaining life.

I probably had a PTSD episode because I literally felt the fear intensely in every cell of my body.

I wanted to save her from the things I couldn’t save myself from. I need not get my feathers in a tizzy because this girl has been gifted with a bomb as set of parents that protect her. Her father was beyond upset with the kid – rightfully so and it was apparent that her feelings and how this affected her was their priority.

That’s how parents should be.

While I was not gifted with those kinds of parents I was gifted with a fucking courageous, resilient heart, the gift of words and the gift of seeing dynamics of things in a light that most don’t.

I realize now how these were lessons I needed to learn and needed to experience to help bring light, love, compassion and awareness to.

I am able to show the connection of life events that were born from that traumatizing occurrence with dead mom.

I am now strong enough with enough courage in my heart to speak my truth even if my voice shakes.

And that’s just what I’m gonna do.

My prayer is that it inspires courageous actions from anyone who needs to do the same.

Enough for now.

Love and light. ๐Ÿ”ฅ

a. Danielle

What I learned by examining my own victim mindset by observing the anatomy of a narcissistic bully situation….

I’m back and ready to dig further into my experience of being on the receiving end of a narcissistic assault from my boss the other day.

I am grateful for the lessons I learned from that experience. I am humbled by the realization that hatred was seething through my veins for not only him but other tyrant leaders in my life (read: my very own dead mom) even if I tried not to acknowledge it.

Once I am able to acknowledge the hatred, it can start healing by me learning to let it go.

I felt very soothed in writing that piece but that was short lived. It was pointed out to me that my words were spoken from a victim perspective.

At first I didn’t (want to ๐Ÿค”) see it that way.

Ego flared its little temper. I found myself trying to justify how the piece came across but at the end of the day I came to terms with it.

It had a victim perspective.

In my particular case I was viewing myself from an almost helpless mindset when dealing with my situation.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. The part I was missing was that I have gone through so much transformation in here last few years that I am no longer the person I once was where I was easily swayed into believing other people’s views and opinions of me.

I am no longer the woman that had her self esteem and confidence and very identity stripped from her during her marriage that was susceptible to accepting less than treatment from anyone because I didn’t think I deserved better.

The truth of the matter is I ALLOWED what happened to me to happen.


When I first chewed on that realization that it tasted shit and I wanted to spit it out. But it is the truth.

In retrospect I can see where I gave away some of my power. The sovereignty that I have is freshly budded and will need some practice getting used to but I could absolutely see where I slipped and allowed myself to feel a certain way by what was being spewed at me.

At the core I know more of who I am than I ever have in my entire life. The more solid we are in our resolve of believing in and truly knowing ourselves then the less likely we will be affected when others try and tell us differently.

Narcissists are NOTORIOUS for the slow, methodical, torture and emotional abuse of beating your soul out of you. They are skilled at making you feel worthless, causing you to lose your self and self esteem and a myriad of other fancy words for what really means fucking your world up so badly that your lucky to make it out with one ounce of your soul in tact.

They prey on people that are easy targets for a fuel “supply”. I was an easy target. WAS being the key word.

Here’s where I want to illustrate the importance of knowing who we are, instilling our own love and positive belief systems about ourselves and our daughters, children – EVERYONE.

And start it from a young age. We don’t realize the true detriment of nonverbal things like being shunned and tossed aside when a new baby sibling comes along can do to a persons psyche.

As we go through life we forget our “true selves” because we start listening to our peers and society and other information highways if they tell us we are nerdy or fat or worthless or whatever.

It’s crucial, absolutely CRUCIAL we do everything in our power to keep that solid, strong, sovereign sense of self.

This has been monumental in me maneuvering this ordeal. I’ll explain why:

As I navigate this terrain with my situation I am trying to take the viewpoint of observer and I am learning much about the anatomy of a narcissistic bully situation.

It’s quite intricate the amount of manipulation that gets done. I decided that it’s my calling to write about these experiences for those who don’t have a voice or an option to get out of something similar whether it be work or home or whatever.

The next phase after the assault is a sneaky maneuver where the assassin quickly goes around to the tribe and builds a case in which they are in fact the victim. They initiate operation smear campaign where they start dragging your name through the mud purely to gain power in numbers by getting the upper hand with people siding with them because they share the sob story first.

They will tell the others that you are throwing them under the bus and use whatever toxic methods they can to paint you in a bad light and make others turn against you. They all then start stonewalling you and treating you less than respectfully to capitalize on the amount of pressure and disdain that causes you to eventually break.

This is where it’s absolutely vital for us to know who we are at the core level and believe in ourself a million percent because it gets shitty being ganged up against.

This can be excruciating for the person that is easily affected by being singled out and bullied and intimidated and that needs a sense of belonging to a group EVEN if the group is toxic.

Earlier this summer I read the most brilliant book by Brene Brown called Braving The Wilderness.

The just of it is that the wilderness is finding yourself and being true to yourself even if it means it’s a lonely place.

Life is truly about learning lessons if we pay attention and treat each situation as such. We always have the choice to learn from our experiences or succumb to them.

The situation I am in kinda blows. It’s not something I would try and manifest for myself intentionally but it has shown me multiple things.

The first is the power of braving my own wilderness and learning who I am and knowing that it doesn’t change based on someone else’s treatment of me OR their opinion of me.

That is some good shit right there and WAYYYYY worthy of celebrating!!!!

How people treat us is more of a reflection of THEM than it is us anyway. (Write that kibble down and save it for a rainy day ๐Ÿ™ƒ)

This has shown me just how far I have come in the last few years since my divorce and rebirth. I’m (sorta) fine with the bullying and being excluded and watching the toxic dynamic that is going on with using people as pawns for power.

I’m fine with it because it’s shown me that I am not affected by it where as before I would have been destroyed by this type of treatment. It is a perfect recipe for disaster for someone with a crushed self esteem and zero confidence.

That is no longer who or what I identify with. Also, VERY worthy of celebrating!

So even though this situation is not ideal I celebrate these victories and it tastes pretty damn good.

The next thing it taught me is what my victim mindset was trying to serve me. Which was essentially a bunch of dis-empowering bullshit.

I allowed myself to be treated the way I was. I have a choice to tolerate that going forward or not. I don’t have to be scared like the voices in my head try and tell me to be. That is VERY empowering for me.

The other thing it’s shown me is that there is essentially bullies in most groups. There is always that person that isn’t secure enough in their own selves. They don’t try and do the soul work to improve themselves and thus their life so they gain their own approval by applying manipulative tactics to everyone around them. It’s far easier for them to bully and create their own fake reality than work on themselves.

At end of the day we know who loves us for who we truly are and anyone that is willing to crucify us off of someone else’s slanderous claims, ISNT someone that is worth an ounce of our attention.

Therefore zero energy really needs to be exerted in that direction. Which leaves much more time and positive vibes to do the important things in life like remembering each and every day who we are, like loving ourselves and those around us and co- creating brilliant creative lives that serve the most good.

This feels much better for me to focus on examining where I have grown in this situation rather than spend needless time feeling like a victim of my circumstance.

It was a small reframe and mental shift that took me from deflated and low vibe to empowered.

I am learning that sometimes it’s the teensiest change that creates the most dramatic shifts.

Much love.

a. Danielle โฃ๏ธ

i was assaulted by a narcissist the other day. This is what it taught me about my own hate…. โฃ๏ธ

i will always be amused by the wonders of the world. One of the most immense wonders is the narcissist and the torment and abuse they inflict on their targets.

I’m empathic to the millionth degree and want to help everyone heal and because of that (lucky me โ˜˜๏ธ) makes me a prime target for narcissists to latch and feed on.

i was attacked, vehemently verbally and emotionally assaulted by a narcissist the other day and it debilitated me.

Unlucky for this malignant narc i have extensive training in the slippery emotional torment, abuse and games that they play so that i could see the dynamic of what was happening.

They are so stealth that by the end of the conversation they will have fucked your mind every which way without lube so they have yourself believing that YOU were the abuser and they are the victim AND they will begin smear campaigning so that they make sure they are ahead of the curve and drag you through the mud to everyone else to rally against you.

It’s an egregious source of abuse from multiple angles. The victim continues to suffer because while they are stunned at the manipulation the narc is busy rallying the flying monkeys to attack and assault, silent treat etc.

This torment can be in relationships and can be in your work environment.

It’s exhausting. It’s nothing short of torment for their own sick, distorted feeding for themselves.

If someone is not aware of the dynamic of the manipulation that can open them up to start going down the slippery slope of losing any and all self esteem, self worth, self confidence.

i have had to build myself back up from having my soul raped out of me once before. I’m well aware of how this goes.

The abuse i endured the other day was not in vain. It carried a heavy lesson for me in it, as life always does.

i will spare the details of the abuser and the flying monkeys because as with Old Life, my writing and work will NEVER be about vindictive paybacks.

It will be about healing and growing through it. It will be about bringing awareness to abuse that goes on behind closed doors. It will be about giving a voice to those who are not able to speak up for themselves, YET (#empowerment).

God gave me the gift of a fierce fucking heart. And He gave me the gift of words and courage. And while i will temporarily be knocked off my center, i will always find a way to serve the highest good of not only myself but for those that came before me and those who will come after me.

i will not lie or sugar coat this episode for you. i had a meltdown. Period.

It was an intense, emotionally and spiritually draining meltdown. it was through the angelicesque (is that a word๐Ÿค”) help of my Healing practitioner and mentor that i was able to see that i have been walking around my whole life with hatred in me.

That startled me to hear and i wanted to defend against it because i work my damndest to love myself, God, those i love hard, and those i wish not to have in my life.

But it was there in me. It had been the entire time. It actually stemmed from Dead Mom (when she wasn’t dead) and it’s been a leech in me ever since. Growing with toxicity inside me.

If you believe in energy and emotions you will know that lower vibrational emotions like that wreak havoc in our bodies. It causes heaviness and illness.

i had pretty much shoved the hate in a box and hid it in me by putting a rug over it so i couldn’t see it and could act like it didn’t exist.

But it does. And this whole scene with my abuser triggered that hatred to jump out of the box and make itself known.

When you work for love and the light you don’t want to hear these things about yourself or admit to them.

But that type of denial helps no one.

i cannot change my abuser. As i write these words he is busy grooming his flying monkeys, spreading vehement, flagrant lies about me because (as i know VERY WELL) i am in the discard phase of the narcissistic abuse cycle. Overlapping with the smear campaign and grooming of the next victim phase etc etc etc BARF ๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ’š

What i can choose to turn my attention to is healing this hate. i will not lie to you. i fucking HATED my dead mom.

i didn’t really realize how viciously i felt about her until i started feeling that way after this recent attack from my boss.

It had to show itself to be healed.

My task going forward spiritually is to learn to let go of the hate. i now acknowledge that it is very much there. It roared up so vigorously i couldn’t deny it.

i have to literally with every ounce of my being learn to love my boss as he is. God made him. i have to learn how to love dead mom as SHE is.

This will in turn heal me and free me. With the space that will open up will enter the most beautiful things and i can tell you from personal experience the impact is immediate.

i have already met some of the most deep souled, kind caring beings that are more in alignment with my truth by allowing myself to let go of the things i was holding on so desperately to.

ANDDDDD if you don’t think God and your spirit guides will send you nudgies and reminders think again my loves โ˜บ๏ธ

i got this little nudge the day after this experience.

๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคช We have guidance along this crazy ass journey called life. i had slacked a bit on my newfound “Love the peeps i used to secretly loath” project. This got me back in line as i smiles and rolled my eyes.

It was within the next hours that i was blessed with beautiful things and new connections that made my heart soar.

It’s rough right now but i am putting energy into seeing through eyes of love for everything and coming with a grateful heart for what the abuser has shown me about myself.

In fact, i know that he has given me more fierce desire to be a voice for this type of abuse and he only gives me more experience. While he thinks he is destroying me, he doesn’t know I’m a mother fucking Phoenix.

Enough for now.

All my deepest, mostsincere, imperfect love โฃ๏ธ


Mirror, mirror…ย 

I havenโ€™t written in a while so I thought Iโ€™d jot some words down on paper with what I have been learning from my journeys as of late ๐Ÿ™‚ 

I want to talk about mirrors. 

Much like โ€œMirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?โ€ but more in terms of self refection and growth instead of a โ€œDamn, do I look flyโ€ type perspective.  ๐Ÿ˜œ

One of the tools I have been working with is the concept of seeing those around us as mirroring something that is within us or something that needs to be addressed in our own selves.

Iโ€™ll use an example from the other night. I went for a cruise with Snibby ๐Ÿพ out to my stepdads where his girlfriend proceeded to vent how she is miserable at her job. She dreads it, she loves WHAT she does, just not the atmosphere where she does it anymore and a slew of other draining aspects of her case came out. 

She said she really needs to get out on her own again etc. 

The energy I felt from this exchange was heavy. It felt like she knew what she needed to do but action steps were not in her near future.

I mostly try and simply create space for a person to be without trying to offer solutions so I did just that. 

Fast forward one spritzer later she decides to talk (in front of my step dad) about how my step dad decided that although he too is miserable at HIS job and could retire with eligibility, he has chosen to wait. ๐Ÿ˜ณ

Iโ€™m not talking like just a minor irritation. Iโ€™m talking like his body is beat up from doing construction for a million years, he works long LONG ass hours, never once took his pontoon boat out this summer because he was strapped to that job all the while bitching every step of the way about it.

It zaps me sometimes being with him. I try to be a loving light source but sometimes a chick has got to hide and protect her energy. ๐Ÿ˜

His girlfriend proceeds to switch gears and rattle off that heโ€™s miserable he should retire, he should do this and that and all the sudden the confident energy rolling out of this short women would lead you to believe she was a life coach. Tony Robbins style.

I watched this interaction with great awe because it was only one spritzer ago she was just making these same despaired claims about her life and she has yet to take any action steps on changing the situation. 

I reflected on this later because it dawned on me how she could so clearly look at my stepdads situation and rattle off what HE should be doing with such ferocious confidence, yet when it came to talking about her own situation you could see and literally feel the lack of energy and almost despair vibe about it with no clear solution based action steps on the horizon. 

A few things occurred to me about this interaction.

First, why is it always so clear to us what OTHERS need to do in their lives and so easy for us to rattle off how they should operate, yet when it comes to making changes in our own lives we freeze, procrastinate, self sabotage, etc? ๐Ÿ˜ฃ

Second, it seems to me that my stepdads situation essentially mirrored what his girlfriend was also going through on the broad level. The job description, location and players are different but everything else is pretty much mirrored and identical in terms of the feeling. 

So its safe to deduct from this interaction that often times something triggers us from what we see in others. 

And all the sudden we become relationship and life experts ๐Ÿ˜œ. Iโ€™m only (not) kidding.

So if thatโ€™s the case letโ€™s take this a step further. I examined other areas where I am triggered lately and found this concept to be very VERY dauntingly accurate. 


This means that all those times your pissed at your husband for treating you with disregard…. 

I hate to break this to us… But that is simply an invitation for us to analyze areas where we actually are very much disregarding ourselves. 

Itโ€™s truth. Try it and I bet you will find an area where you are like damn… I really dropped the ball on myself in whatever area that may be. 

So what happens if we release the death grip we probably have on our husbands neck and giblets for pissing us off and learn to spend some energy on filling up our own selves with love and affection and honor what our souls and hearts truly desire to learn and soothe over in us. 

Iโ€™m not saying that heโ€™s NOT disregarding you. By all means if you need to make heads roll do your thang ๐Ÿ˜Œ Iโ€™m just saying in between all that find time to self reflect. 

Itโ€™s here where true growth and transformation is born.

If we look around everything really is a teacher to us. 

I feel that there are so many of us out here that are stumbling through this life stuck and miserable but the second one of our girlfriends starts complaining we become a fucking guru in whatever they are griping about. 

How about enough is enough with that. Because if you really scrap it down focusing our time and attention on other peeps woes is a stall tactic from actually doing epic (scary) shit in our own lives. 

As long as we can be concerned elsewhere we donโ€™t have to look within. Because itโ€™s fucking scary in there and I donโ€™t blame you ๐Ÿ˜œ 



Both my stepdad and his girlfriend can lean into themselves instead of trying to tell the other how to live. Which, let me tell ya how well that goes when anyone else tries and tells us what to do. Iโ€™ll cut a mofo ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ”ช

In a perfect world they could collaborate and support each other because change is scary shit. Itโ€™s scary because what if we fail? We are hard enough on ourselves… it would serve us all damn well if we learned to support instead of dictate. If we learned to reflect instead of using others drama to distract. 

I want us all to have healthy and full lives heeping with joy and all things beautiful. That requires us taking ownership and living life be design and not default. 

I want nothing but the absolute best for us. 

Much love. 

a. Danielle ๐Ÿ”ฅ


The trouble with non existent fat rolls…ย 

I hope everyone is navigating through their Monday with joyful ease today ๐Ÿ™‚ 

Today I want to talk about body image struggles.

Life is always teaching me. 

Yesteday I had this amazing idea. I wanted to show you all the not so sparkly side of life. I don’t want to just post stuff on social media to make it look like everything is unicorn farts and sparkles in my world. Because it’s not. 

I was feeling bloated yesteday for whatever reason. I was thinking about how I just posted those pictures of myself in a bikini and how I wanted to illuminate how that’s not always how I look. 

I have cellulite and rolls and things about me I am self conscious about also. I am human. 

My braniac idea was to show a picture of my fluffy roll hanging over my pants, unedited and write something about it. 

My teachers had other plans for me and other lessons I needed to learn though as they most often do. 

I was so excited for the project and to be able to help others feel better about themselves too. But what actually happened when I seen the pictures was a kick in the gut for me. BIG time. 

This is the picture: 

That look you see on my face is one of panic, terror and disbelief. I was literally ill. 

This was not what I was wanting to see. Think about how crazy that is. I was more afraid of the fact that I THOUGHT there would be a huge fat roll hanging over my pants but wasn’t. I was mortified at the realization it was all in my head. 

I THOUGHT I’d be writing a post about being in love with our rolls. What this has ended up teaching me is an enormous reminder of how terrible and cruel our own minds can be. 

I literally felt like a beached whale that had rigor mortis ๐Ÿ˜ณ 

I mean, to think that person thought she was fat is fucking horrible. I can’t even fathom it. 

I know what your all going to say. I can hear it now before posting this piece. I’m crazy for thinking I’m fat etc etc etc. 

And your right. So very right. I’m crazy for falling victim to the shitty voices in my head.

It doesn’t matter what you or anyone else thinks when they look at me. It matters what I think of me. 

The panic came from the realization that I still have so much more mindful, loving leaning in to do so that I am diligent about not letting the shitty voices in my head hijack what is really going on, dictating how I feel about myself, and how worthy it tells me I am. 

Just when I think I have come so far (which I have, and so have you), I get a major dose of reality. Life is very much a journey of ebb and flow. We don’t ever really arrive at our destination and never have to be mindful or pay attention to it again. 

It’s a constant up and down and side to side, twisty turvy. With everything. With love, relationships, etc. 

The second thing this showed me is where my place in this world is going to be. I thought I was going to be a warrior to help others bust through their own blocks of self love with being body positive regardless of your shape and size. Which I am. But this one went a little deeper for me. 

My jam will be illuminating the struggles even people with non existent fat rolls that are made up in their own heads have. 

There’s plenty of fat shaming that is predominant out in the world but sometimes we don’t give attention to another kind of shaming that I have experienced throughout my life. 

It’s a reverse of fat shaming. It’s the dirty looks I get when I walk into a room full of women that without even taking a look at them I can feel from their energy that they are not comfortable in their own skin. But instead of owning that in their own hearts it’s easier to shame and throw dirty looks or make assumptions about me that they have not a FUCKING clue about. 

We all have our struggles. Most of us shame ourselves rigorously enough we don’t need other women to pounce on the attack. 

We must learn to be easy on ourselves. We must learn to differentiate between the lies and the true, God loving voices in our heads. We must learn that we cannot and should not believe the negative lies and bullshit our ego brains try and feed us. 

It’s my prayer that those of us that struggle with this type of thing REGARDLESS of what our body shape is will eventually achieve freedom from the torment. 

It’s also my prayer that shaming becomes extinct and we all turn towards love. Whether it’s learning to love ourself or learning that it’s ok to see another persons beauty and appreciate it and not be threatened or think that it diminishes our own beauty. 

Blissful love feels for us today. ๐Ÿ’•

a. Danielle 

Why I almost thanked my dead mom when my grandma died ๐Ÿ™ƒ

My dads mom died a few weeks back in a rather unexpected turn of events. 

From what I remember of her she was the sweetest, most loving being on the face of the planet. At probably 4 foot 3 she brought more than her fair share in the loving energy she exuded.

I say “from what I remember” of her because I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with her growing up.

Maybe a Fourth of July here or there or a couple holidays scattered around.

This was namely due to the fact that my mother whose now dead, didn’t allow me to see my father or spend much time with him when they got divorced. I think they divorced somewhere before I was 5. 

She, like many others before her and certainly after her played games. Those shitty games vindictive females that give all of us other loving, healing females a bad name, play. 

 I see this all the time and it makes me lose so much faith in humanity. 

I’ve watched one of my best friends and her husband battle with his ex over their child they have together for 6 gruesome years.

The tactics that his ex uses to manipulate and smear campaign and her frivolous absurd sneaky plain abusive things she does to make them miserable when it comes to custody and visitation has been so excruciating to watch. 

I mean excruciating times infinity. ๐Ÿ˜ž

My girlfriend and her husband are a happily married, healthy family unit with two babies with more love to go around that you could dream possible. They are MORE than well enough equipped to take care of the other child. 

But vindictive, hateful, vengeful and petty mother won’t allow it. And goes to the depths of hell and back to make everything miserable for them. Court battles, exhausted nerves and emotions in excess.

I have two of my very best guy friends whom I watch in similar situations. I know both of these humans like the back of my hand and know without a grain of doubt they are enormously loving beings that would love nothing more than to be able to spend peaceful time with their babies. 

But, you guessed it. Vindictive, vengeful, hateful petty women won’t allow it to be peaceful. One won’t even allow her child to see her dad at all. Maybe once a year?…  Terrible. 

So what does all this have to do with my grandma dying and me almost thanking my dead mom?? 

It’s because I have this huge side of my family I hardly know and it’s due to my dead mom being vengeful, vindictive and hate spewing and playing games by not allowing me to go with my dad. 

She had other plans and they didn’t include what was truly best for me.

The positive thing that I tried to pick out from having to attend my grandmas funeral is that while my heart and soul were so immensely saddened for dad and his umteen siblings… I was able to keep my feet under me because I didn’t know her that well. 

So that’s the part where I almost wanted to thank dead mom. Because of her not allowing me to forge a relationship the sadness and hurt didn’t cut as deep as it should or could have. 

I did however found my mind drifting off to a different sort of sadness at that funeral. It was sadness over memories that could have been. The love and tears and emotions and exquisite things said about my grandma made me horribly sad that I didn’t get to experience her closeness like the other people in that room. 

I know that woman is special. 

If you share children with someone or know or someone that does… and you or they have made it their role on this earth to make their ex miserable in terms of seeing the children or refuse to work peacefully and amicably in the best interests of EVERYONE involved and not just their hurt ego… 

Knock. The. Shit. Off. 

Like now. 

I am the product of a mother that did this and let me tell you once I got old enough to see the dynamics and the games for myself I fucking HATED my mom. 

And I meant that with every ounce of my soul. I have since forgiven her and our relationship now that’s she’s moved on from her earthly body has improved. We still have our days but mostly she shows me what NOT to do or be as a parent. 

Her way of being blew up in her face because it escalated to where I ended up getting to go live with my dad in high school. 

I ended up cutting her out of my life for about 4 years until the day I found out she was gonna die. Specifically, St. Patty’s day 2011. 

I had to reevaluate things real quick and learn how to both forgive and accept an apology I never actually received because there was no room for my hurt ego in that mix. 

So my point is this:

I know enough about people to know that if they are being destructive to others, if they are doing things that are meant to inflict misery on another person most often it’s because they are hurting themselves. 

So what does this mean for those on the receiving end of these games and pettiness?? 

I understand they may be hurting but that doesn’t excuse them of their behavior. While I realize that we cannot change or control peeps I do believe heavily in the power of prayer. 

While they are busy trying to make others lives miserable what we can be doing instead of feeding into their drama is praying deeply for whatever is in their heart that is hurting to be let go of and for them to have peace. 

If they were truly at peace in themselves they wouldn’t behave maliciously. If we only pray for them not to be asses we are only skimming the surface. We need to pray for what truly ailes them and what’s at the root of the problem for true, whole healing.

Even though I am continually disappointed by the actions of people trying to inflict pain, hate, shade or whatever you call it, I will continue to pray for their peace. But in a real and authentic way. Not the kind where you post bible memes on Facebook but go around being dick to others when no ones looking. 

I mean really walking the talk.

I know that for as many people as there are out there that thrive on hatred and playing the false victim so they can give themselves clearance to be asses, there are PLENTY of us out there pounding the pavement for love and peacefulness for everyone. Even those whom harmed us.  

I believe love wins. 

Every. Damn. Time. โฃ๏ธ 

I believe if we spend time praying for peace in the hearts of others that have done us dirty that we will make an impact. Hate won’t drive out hate.

So I ask you to pray for your destructive ex. Pray for your friends who maybe enduring battles like these. Pray hard for them to let go of the hatred that’s blinding them to their destruction of not only themselves but to those around them. 

I will pray for dead mom that in her life review since crossing over she’s healed whatever was in her heart to cause her to do the things she did while raising us kids. 

We must keep on keepin’ on being love warriors and doing hard things. 

Massice love and massive prayers for peace โฃ๏ธ 

a. Danielle 

My thoughts on church attendance ๐Ÿ™ƒ

Happy Sunday evening my loves!!! 

I hope this week treated you all so amazing!

Life’s been balls to the wall for me lately and I needed to wave the white flag. I actually spent about 102% of the day yesterday doing as little as possible. 

It was just what I needed to regroup. I haven’t been feeling the best. I honored my body and will never regret that decision. 

Today has been such an AMAZING day though!!!! 

My life is such that I am very hit or miss on whether I am able to physically attend church on Sundays. 

If I could take the best parts of my life and squish them all together this wouldn’t be a problem. But it is what it is. 

Today I was able to attend my beloved church and damn did that feel amazing. It was the major rejuvenation and refuel I was needing.  I love my pastor and church more than words can even describe. 

Mmmmm. Love this place โ˜บ๏ธ

I leave feeling so energized and inspired and joyful. I feel armed and supported to go out and do massive amounts of epic positive shit. ๐Ÿ™‚

I was reflecting on my run after church today though about how I don’t physically attend church as much as I used to. And it isn’t because I’m just laying in bed Sunday mornings and don’t drive there. It’s because of logistics and what not.

I distinctly remember when I first embarked on my spiritual and religious journey I was like a fish out of water. 

I had been around some of the most interesting people and groups claiming to be strong in their faith only to be some of the most judgemental, shallow, heinous peeps I had ever seen. 

It left me so confused. 

So when I first committed to my faith and growing into this relationship with God I felt like I was walking on egg shells. 

What if I can’t make it one Sunday? What if I wear the wrong thing? Is it bad I don’t hardly know any scripture etc etc etc. 

These are fear based questions that would rattle around in my brain and cause me anxiety. Because there are plenty of people that are quick to judge and point fingers when in fact their windex cleaner must have run out because they are not lookin in their own mirror at themselves.

And you know what…. Fโœจck that.

That’s not how our relationship with God or our journey is supposed to be.

Although I can’t and don’t physically attend church every Sunday I know that’s just a small baby morsel of it. 

I’m confident enough in my heart now to know He is so much more supportive of me when I am hitting the streets trying to find out of the box ways for women to be positive about their bodies and learn to love themselves thus radiating that out into the world.

He smiles much more when I make it my goal to leave peeps better off than when I find them. Whether that’s with a sincere compliment, a smile to a random passerbyer (is that a word ๐Ÿค”) or a hugs for everyone. 

Our relationship is truly what we do outside of those walls. Do we radiate joy and love, grace and forgiveness like He teaches us to? And emulate Him?

Or do we slap a few God memes on our Facebook, attend church just because that’s what’s your supposed to do to look good, but then lose track of the principles of what we should have learned about life and love and instead sling mud and hate when you think no ones looking? 

Friends. I struggle IMMENSELY with all of this. Something recently brought light to me that burns pretty deep in my heart. 

You see, going to church is an amazing thing! It’s so powerful to be surrounded by like minded, joy radiating people. There is power in numbers for sure! 

In both sides of the railroad tracks though.

 I think when we walk in faith and love and with God it’s important to be mindful of how we choose to spend our energy claiming to be a follower. 

Do we use our leadership and inspiration for the greatest and highest most loving good for all? Or do we use our power in numbers to inflict pain and hatred on another whilst claiming to be a God loving individual. 

So my burning feeler today was that it really matters not that I can’t be physically in those 4 walls or doing mission trips. 

What I know in my heart and what I think is important to speak out to you all is that it matters what you do the remainder of the hours and days of the week.

Don’t get down on yourself if you felt the call to get on with your religious journey but haven’t been able to attend church. For whatever reason. You can start now, with what you have, right where you are. 

I believe a large part of our relationship with Him, is how much of a love and light source can we be? How much can we listen to those God whispers that he puts in our hearts to live out our dreams and be positive impacts thus creating the butterfly effect or else more positive ripples for others to do the same. 

It’s not about attendance. I have more confidence that He is much more excited by someone living the Word than by numbly walking in those walls each Sunday to keep your good public persona but not acting out His will the remainder of the time. 

So the point of my rant? 

Be love. 

Start there. Start with smiles to strangers, letting people in traffic. Start with forgiving yourself for something your ashamed of that you keep locked away in the vault. Start with shutting down gossip. Start with looking at yourself in the eyes in the mirror and telling your damn self that you love you. 

Those are all enormous actions to ignite the light. Trust me you will be doing so much more for all of us. Relax also. I know enough now to know He does not want us to feel shame about ourselves or feel stress or anxiety or fear judgement from others. 

Inspiration and joy does not blossom in those conditions. And that’s precisely what we all need to much more of.

Love wins. 

My love for you all is endless. 

a. Danielle โฃ๏ธ

Why I am done praying to win the lottery….ย 

I used to pray to win the lottery every damn day. 8484737374 times a day. It was going to be the thing that made me the most happy.  I just knew it would wash all my worries away and give Calgon a run for its money.

I’d get out of debt, I’d get a better this or that, I’d buy a pontoon, I’d save the homeless and feed the starving. 

My jarring realization was that I was always wishing and dreaming from a space of desperation. I thought this was going to be the answers to my prayers. 

This is such bullshit thinking. 

Now I believe the answer to our prayers is learning to count and focus on our current blessings.

I know we are able to reach an excuberant amount of happiness when we can source love and joy from inside, regardless of what our external situations look like. 

Regardless of the debt, regardless of the shitty job, shitty medical diagnosis, regardless of being surrounded by venomous toxic people masked as God loving saints that send you in a tail spin.

Despite it all.

As I dive deeper into my relationship with faith my world is being turned upside down in epic proportions. 

I figured something was coming down the pipe when I had my epiphany about praying and learning to do so from a place of faith and trust. 

When I used to think that I was desperate for a break and wanted to win the lottery I was basically saying that I didnt trust that God has abundance in store for me. 


You mean to tell me I can’t wish and pray for the miracle of winning the lottery to solve my problems?!!? 


What’s been put in my heart to say about this is that I know there is abundance for all of us. I believe it with every ounce of my being. But we have to do the work for it.

We have to meet God half way. 

If we listen carefully, God or the universe or whoever you pray to will lob whispers into our hearts of epic things we are supposed to do. Or more importantly, what we are supposed to be. 

I can hear mine loud as day. It’s that super courageous, scary ass, really putting myself out there for a real big opportunity to fall flat on my face and fail, thing. 

It’s the thing my brain flips to and thinks about without me even noticing. It’s where my day dreams take me when I am cruising to the grocery store or reading down the pages of a book before I notice I’m not even present in the pages.

It’s what He built us for and equipped us with all the things that we need to step into that role. It’s essentially coming back to love, and what we were intended to be when we were created and came to earth.

It’s what we stumble around here fucking up massively and doing hard things and learning tough lessons for. It’s what we get polished for.

It’s our purpose. 

I giggle now because I know that my strength and faith in myself and belief in Him is going to be tested. He’s not going to just lob me a big ass lottery winning. Nope. And I’m ok with that. ๐Ÿ™‚ 

We are all made for big things. 

 He’s planted a big ass seed in our hearts to create positive change and raise the vibration and be a source of love and light.

Our assignments might look different externally, but they all dial down to the same cause. Love. 

I know that if we show up relentlessly, authentically, courageously, and keep listening to that whisper and following the guidance we should see and feel daily, we will realize our abundance. 

So many of us hear these whispers and immediately our fears shut them down. 

We die with epic shit and magic still in us. 

We were all made with incredibly beautiful gifts to be of service and share with the world to make it a more loving, inspired, brilliant place. 

I now know I can cut the shit of wishing for a lottery winning. I will try and reframe my energy to that of a faith based standpoint that I will always be taken care of. Even if it doesn’t look like it right now. 

Don’t get me wrong. If a million dollars landed on my plate right now I wouldn’t shoo it away. โ˜บ๏ธ

But what we should focus on is learning to be content and grateful for what we have in the present. Let’s not be so consumed with the things we wish for that we neglect the things in the now. 

Learning to live in a state of gratitude will draw more to us to be grateful for. But not if we don’t learn to appreciate what we have now.

Instead of sitting around dreaming for a lottery winning, let’s hit the pavement learning and doing, emulating and being what we were sent here to be. 

Let’s do these things with faith that we will see abundance in our lifes in ways we never dreamed. 

With much love and courage.  

a. Danielle โฃ๏ธ