Wanderlust Everyday

Wednesdays in the office are all about Wanderlust, part of my job being to update our social media outlets, and all social media outlets loving daily clever hashtags (#WanderlustWednesday).

Anywho, I love Wanderlust Wednesday, both inside and outside of the office. While traveling is obviously an amazing, breath-catching, cultural blending experience in itself, sitting at home and wondering about a trip, a location, an attraction, etc, is almost just as magical.

You invent your own trip from your desk this way. You decide how you will get there, where you will stay, what you will do, what it will look like….even what it may smell like.

Using your imagination to take a mental vacation is one of the best things you can do for yourself today, so let’s take a trip!

These photos are from a very old phone and a very young Danielle (age 15-ish), taken on my first big trip away from home in High School. My Upward Bound group went to Rock City that year, nestled gorgeously on the edge of Tennessee and Georgia (well, pretty close anyway).


Tuesday Tidbit: Leaving

It was the way her mother looked at her when she said it that told her she wasn’t going to be getting any sort of sympathy, or any sort of help.

If her father had found out he wouldn’t have been so kind to have only given her a look.

It was also the way her mother spoke in a different tone after the fact, as if her whole person had been taken over by a new, methodical, fake one.

If her father had been in the same room he wouldn’t bother changing his persona, he would be himself and that would be frightening enough. She had loved that about him.

Tucking away her things into her oversized overnight bag she realized that this may be the very last time she laid her eyes on her bed, on her dresser, on her closet full of clothes and cat hair. She would miss the cat hair most of all. At least it, though annoying, still clung to her.

Her mother watched over her like a hawk as she packed away everything she could fit in the bag, leaving behind her books and trophies and old vintage rock posters.

She was also leaving behind her family, her non-responsive father in the bed upstairs and her suddenly changed mother, the latter wanting no part in her life anymore. Her father would feel the same, only much worse, if he were capable.

As she walked down the stairs grasping her plane ticket, her mother right on her tail, she thought about the good times within the home, though they were few and far between.

Her mother did not hug her, she barely even looked at her before she made her way out the door.

This is what she got for abandoning her dying father.

This is what she got for getting pregnant.

This is what she got for leaving.



Mental Health Monday: Loving Oneself

One of the hardest things for me to do, and I do not know why, is to love myself.

It makes me tear up just writing that sentence. I do not know why on that note, either.

I am finding it hard to believe that my fiance wants to marry me, or that my friends don’t just feel sorry for me, or that my coworkers don’t all talk bad about me behind my back.

I am one of the most anxious and paranoid people I know, and it is starting to really affect my day to day.

I am second guessing everything I do recently, and everything I say. If the above assumptions about those closest to me in my life aren’t actually true, the way I react to myself around them may make them true.

I don’t have a positive note to end on, but we all know that that isn’t always what Mental Health Mondays are about. Sometimes mental health is more about awareness of a problem and mutual support to others afflicted in the same way.

Friday Photos

A rather random storm popped up a few days ago here in northern Missouri, a sudden downpour with unreasonable wind for about 10 minutes, and then it was clear just like that. Here are a couple captures from the day.


Wanderlust Everyday: Part 6

A day of wanderlusting has led me to Part 6 of the Wanderlust Everyday Series (an end to this ridiculously long series is coming folks, I promise), the Cancun Edition. Most of these photos have been featured on my blog before, though perhaps not all in the same post.

Wanderlust on, my friends! (And somebody take me with you if you are going to a beach soon, I need it!)

Part 6: Mexico

Tuesday Tidbit: Willkommen and Bonjour

Willkommen and Bonjour

She said adios, but what she meant was te amo. 

He said ciao, but what he meant was restare.

The languages they spoke, which were so many between the two, never clashed, never interfered with the whole thing. It was tiring, however, always saying something you didn’t mean.

Mental Health Monday: Fuzzing

I wrote this blog a few, maybe four,  months ago, and just found it tucked safely and secretly away in my drafts. I wanted to share, for others feeling the same way, or others fighting feeling this way again. I was fuzzing, and at times I am still fuzzing, but things will and do get better!

My life is fuzzing away.

Loneliness and addiction. Those are my things.

Not my good things. When I think about it, they aren’t my bad things either.

I’ve been blogging and playing with (and paying very close attention to) my thoughts and feelings for awhile now since I’ve graduated college and moved in with the love of my life.

Those are my two things as well, the two things I always wanted to accomplish; wisdom and love.

But now I’m starting to realize that the things you thought you wanted and dreamed about do not solve your problems, do not shake your core feelings, and do not lead away any unwanted or unresolved feelings in your life.

I am TERRIFIED of being alone, both in life and at night. I get this indescribable hollow feeling that mixes with panic and desperation so tumultuously that I end up mood swinging from depressed and helpless to active and busy [sidenote from present Danielle, I recently found out I have Bipolar Disorder, so that statement makes so much sense to me now]. That was college.

Now I am living with my fiance and have been for some time, not needing to visit home every weekend, and doing fine in my independent office job.  It’s nice. It was nice, anyway.

The loneliness came back again, and with that came addiction (not drugs, but love and attention and pills). Addiction is America’s favorite vice, and who am I to be so unpatriotic that I would deny myself that right? Anywho, I craved being with somebody at all times, and when I wasn’t, I craved to be numb, fuzzing.

Here’s the kicker; sometimes I want that hollow loneliness, I want that addiction to come back. Is there a possibility that covering up my irrational dislike of being alone with extreme company constantly has got my brain missing that fear, that uncontrolled and unwanted feeling?

(This is one of those thinking out loud posts, Danielle likes to ramble and think too much)
























Vibrating lines.

Squiggled borders.

Close to implosion.



Friday Photos

I don’t have my usual selection of outdoorsy wonders today, but instead a few slightly different, and not too overall impressive due to a rush in the editing process, edits on a shot I captured of my beautiful nieces yesterday.

I am going to work some more on a more professional way to highlight her sense of wonder while staring at the flowers, it’s absolutely precious to me.

Enjoy some baby love!
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Wanderlust Everyday: Part 5

If you avidly follow my blog (and if so congrats to you for following this mess, high five) then you are probably WELL aware of my travel this past year, but for the sake of finishing off my 7 part Wanderlust Everyday series I am bringing out the big travel guns again for one of my first and one of my favorite trips to the Windy City.

It’s so great to take a visual vacation every Wednesday, to reflect on where I’ve been and to think about where I’m going next.

I hope you all do the same! Enjoy!

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PART 5 – Chicago

Here are some images from my first trip to Chicago, just a wee little Sophomore in High School. This was my first major trip, a beginning of a long lasting love affair with travel.


This is my more recent trip to Chicago, my favorite trip with my now fiance, continuing my love affair with both him and travel. ❤