Fit[ish] Girls

(Shay, I hope it's ok that I stole this title from you. 😁😁)

I suppose that's what I'm doing with this blog and the self- research project (another "Daniellism"). It's scary as hell to be on a pursuit of self-improvement and discovery, but it's necessary. How else will we make our lives fulfilling and worthwhile? 

As I was on my walk today (17 min. mile pace, holler!), I was thoroughly enjoying the cool FL weather and appreciating what my body can do and how it feels when I move it.  I still have a long way to g(r)o(w) to achieve optimum mental and physical fitness (can you believe they're both things?), but it's so worth it to be on the journey. 


This song is probably super corny to most, but I think it's really moving. 

QUOP: "Physical fitness is as important as intellectual fitness." - Plato 

My Life

I know this is the name of a fabulous Billy Joel song, but I just wanted to take some time to post more about my purpose in this project. 

I’ve chosen not to tell my parents about this project. I’m not sure how they’d feel about me broadcasting my private thoughts over the internet (although I’m not posting anything too personal. This isn’t that kind of blog). 

I’ve decided to take some “Daniadvice” (new word that combines my therapist’s name and advice). She says that when I’m starting something new (or doing anything in life) I should consider: 

What would I accomplish by sharing this with someone? 

What would happen if I do? 

If the outcome of sharing something is less than desirable, then don’t share it. People are judgmental, even when they don’t mean to be, and oftentimes sharing something you’re excited about does more harm than good. So enjoy your endeavors (and maybe share things with the Internet instead). 

QUOP: "... aah but sooner or later you sleep in your own space. Either way it's ok you wake up with yourself...I don't care what you say anymore this is my life. Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone." - Billy Joel 

Side note: Billy actually wrote this song because he had to live with his parents for a time and he wanted them to realize he was going to be okay and he was more worried about living with himself. 

The traditional first post

Once upon a time, there was a depressed teenage girl who created a blog, knowing thinking no one would care. She just knew she had to express her feelings somehow because she had a lot to say and it needed to come out. 

Now, 10 years(!), 2 medications, and 5(?) therapists later, I still have a voice. It's a little more tempered and refined, thank God, but it still wants to come out. I am DONE trying to make everything perfect. So I'm taking a leap. Starting with this blog. I have no idea who will read it, but I don't care. I just hope someone, somewhere in the universal Internet sees my story and feels hopeful because of it. 

Opening yourself up is scary. Especially to strangers (therapists, Internet readers, etc.). However, it's cathartic as hell and it's a way to regain a balance in life while expressing oneself creatively (if you're doing it in blog, journal, podcast form). I need a better balance in life and I hope this will help me achieve it. 

Comment, share or message me anything you'd like. Just nothing mean or derogatory, please. Just exercising my right to free speech and you can exercise your right to ignore me and my blog. 

Quote Of the Post (QUOP): "Listen cowboy[s and cowgirls], courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway."  - John Wayne