The Badge of Busy.

I find myself constantly trying to juggle many things: Working (7 days a week, most of the time) as a Home Care Aide, being an Ambassador Mentor for BANGS Shoes & being in charge of a wonderful team of 12 Ambassadors, owning an Etsy shop- Wired Up Wraps (which I plan on updating soon, I promise!), Keeping up with my blog, carving out time with friends and family, and relieving my restless urge to wander & explore (for my sanity). Carving out any time for myself seems virtually impossible for the most part, but every now and then I am blessed with a short breather, and I am reminded that I do what I do simply because I love it. My brain feels that if I am not doing something productive, then I am wasting my presious time. So I suppose I like to be busy, maybe I just like to give off that I am an “active”, “driven”, and “motivated” person.

For a workaholic like myself, being so busy also has it’s perks. Yes, besides the money. I am constantly meeting new and amazing people, always inspired, coming up with really good ideas, developing new opinions, and to sum it all up, if my brain were a filing cabinet, it would have exploded five months ago. This is where I found comfort, and passion in writing, list making, and blogging. It’s a way to sort out all the chaos on my own (which is how I prefer to work anyways.)

Being so busy can also be mentally draining, sometimes revitalizing- but often times just down right exhausting. This past week was a huge challenge, and left me an emotional wreck multipule times. (which is very unusual, and kind of annoying me, haha) After six months of constant work mode, I feel I have burnt myself out. It sucks, I don’t like it one bit, but everyone has their limits. So I’ve started making the changes I need to, to bulid myself back up again, because there are moments in life where it is nessesary to stop what you are doing, and take care of yourself first. So I talked my boss into dropping me down to part-time, at least until May, so that I have time to regenerate my energy, and focus on more of the hobbies that excite, and inspire me. I like to think the my hypersensitivity to whatever is going on around me plays a big part in the emotional imbalance I’ve found myself in, but to me that’s just life- a series of roller-coaster rides that I know will end with some kind of “light” at the end of the tunnel.

I guess what I am saying is that everyone has thier limits, and even if you love what your doing, it’s ok to give yourself a break if you start feeling extreamly overwhelmed. If you can’t keep yourself healthy, and happy, you’ll just end up being miserable, and life is way to short for that nonsense. You don’t have to take on the whole world by yourself, and you are not a robot. Take it easy on youself, human!

Stay Happy,

Live Bravely!

Always,

Danielle B.

 

Journey To Poet’s Table. (Black Hills, SD

March 11, 2016- Spring was just around the corner, and here in the Black Hills we were experiencing a very nice break from the cold, and snow. Everything was turning green again, and the sun light felt warm on our skin. My dear friend, Kylie, and I were in the mood for adventure.

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She arrived at my house as I was filling my old backpack full of snacks, and water. We went to pick up the boyfriend, Ethan, after that, and then met up with an old friend, Spencer, downtown. Spencer took the wheel in Kylie’s car, and we headed out of town, deeper into the Black Hills.

Just before arriving in Keystone (a small town at the foot of Mount Rushmore), Spencer pulled off to the side of the road. He wanted to show us something. We got out of the car, and he led us up the hill. We were walking on what used to be a road, but could no longer be used as one… it would be a very bumpy ride anyways. We walked quite a ways before turning, and heading away from the road. Eventually, we came across an old weathered building, we were exploring an old mine.

Ingersoll Mine was an amazing place to explore. We wandered inside, and sat in the shade to relax for a moment, before continuing to venture out the back door. We followed a trail up another hill to an opening of one of the actual mines. It was pitch black inside, but I was curious to follow Spencer into the cave, and see what was there.

We illuminated the tunnel with our phones. The tunnel took a 90 degree turn half way though, and we found light at the end. As we got closer to the light, the cave opened up in front of us. It was a huge stone room with a hole in the ceiling, letting the light in. The boys went to check out the other dark tunnels connected to the room, while Kylie and I felt more content just enjoying the big, well lit cave.

We came out of the mine to a beautiful view, and before heading back down to the car, we sat with a lady and her son, on the side of the hill, picking through the rocks and minerals, and chatting.

Back in the car, we headed through Keystone, and up towards Sylvan Lake. We parked at the Harney Peak Tail Head, and began walking the trail. We were looking for Poet’s Table, a Black Hills gem. We had only seen photos from people who had found it, and I wanted so badly to experience it in person. (It was actually one of my bucket list places.) If you live near the Black Hills, or if you have ever heard of Poet’s, then you know that there is no clear directions to get there, and no clear landmarks to find it. Basically, your best bet is to have someone who has been there already take you, or cross your fingers and hope you get lucky.

The only things we were told to look for were a birch tree, and a stump with a rock on it, and that would tell you were to turn off of the Harney Peak Trail. Well, there is birch trees everywhere in this area, so that wasn’t helpful, at all. We did happen upon a stump with a rock on it though and we made a decision to turn off the trail there and head left, up the hill because it was clear in the photos that poet’s was up high.

We walked for a long time trying to decide what to do next. We looked all over for something that matched anything in the photos, but we found nothing. We were all ready to give up, and head back to the car when Spencer spotted a doe up the hill, and started yelling at it. At first, we all just laughed it off, and let him yell. Then someone started yelling back, and it was coming from above us.

We followed their voices, and started climbing up the rocks until we got to the top of one, and sat down to take a brake. Spencer and Ethan where standing in front of Kylie and I, they started grinning, and pointed behind us. There it was, on a small ledge on the side of a rock. The green table and chairs surrounded by small treasures brought from others who came here before us. It was occupied by another group at the time, who were reading endless entries from the thousands of notebooks that filled the green cabinet next to the table, and writing their own entries to add to the collection. We waited until they left, and then we took over the spot.

It was amazing.

Where is your favorite place to adventure to? Or a Bucket List Location you want to see? Feel free to drop it in the comments!

Live Bravely!

Always,

Danielle B.

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Favorites Of The Month: January 2017

I’ve always loved experiencing things, and making memories over everything else. What I mean is that I’m not a very materialistic person, unless we are talking about something that would help in my quests for adventure, and adventurous stories. BUT, I do have my moments when I just want some new things. Usually, that happens after a long period of not travelling anywhere. You know, if I can’t have new places then I want new things to surround myself with. Over the years I have found products that I absolutely love, and I would like to share them with you. Once a month I’ll give you a short list with things like books, cleansers, make-up, snacks, brands, home décor, and any other kind of “good stuff” you can think of. Here we go, list #1..

Cue The Sound Of Music’s “These are a few of my favorite things”…

1. BANGS Shoes! (I mean, duh, right?) Literally wear my BANGS everyday, and I promise I’m not just saying that because I’m an ambassador Mentor for the brand.

2. My XO Planner is seriously saving my life already, this year! I’m in love with having a whole page dedicated to each day. Everyday has it’s own Schedule, To-Do list, Health box, and notes section, along thing a few other spots for inspiration and creativity. 

3. Smashbox: Camera Ready BB Cream is my new favorite foundation. I was sent a tester of it in my January Ipsy bag, and everyday I hope to never get to the end of the bottle.

4. Amie Naturally Kind Deep Pore Exfoliating Polish is another one I got from Ipsy. Feels so refreshing in the morning, and smells so citrus-y.

5. I have also recently discovered a love for the Global Beauty Care Dead Sea Wash-off Mask. My face has never felt happier.

6. Arvo watches are so simple and beautiful. I enjoyed waiting for the New Year, while getting to show off this pretty piece.

7. For something sweet and really good, my go to is my all time favorite chocolates, Frangos, a Northwest tradition from Macy’s. (Thank goodness they are online!) My personal favorites are the Mint Chocolate and the Red Velvet flavors!

8. Speaking of the beautiful northwest, one of my favorite brands has Pacific Northwest vibes all over the place. Wish You Were Northwest has some of the coziest gear, and always makes me feel a little closer to home.

9. Who loves campfires? I know I do. Especially the smell. Juniper Ridge actually makes a campfire collection of incense. My recommendation? The Cedar scented, it reminds me of smelling the fresh cut cedar wood when my Grandpa Gary would come home from a day of logging in the Northern Cascades, and of course, all of the campfires.

10. Driftwood by Elizabeth Dutton. One of my favorite books. The whole idea of the plot of this story is awesome! It makes me want to just get in my car and go.


So there you have it folks. I hope you enjoy some of these things as much as I do! Anything you think I should check out? I’m always up for recommendations!

LIVE BRAVELY!

Always,

Danielle B.


    What is “Home”.

    A roman philosopher by the name of Gaius Plinius Secundus, or Pliny the Elder, first said “home is where the heart is” almost two thousand years ago. I’m sure he didn’t realize just how vastly this phrase could be taken, but in any case, it’s my personal opinion that he nailed it.

    When I was a child I used to think that home had to be a place. This only confused me, because since the day of my third halloween I have had two homes. Two bedrooms. Two daycares. Two groups of friends. Two addresses, in two very different states.

    Some of you may be thinking, “LUCKY!!! You get double everything!”. Well, yes, I do concider myself lucky. I love my life, both homes, and I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. BUT, it’s not all just a can of peaches. There are a lot of things that come with having your heart streached between 18 hours of travel time.

    So, I have made a list (because I love lists) of quite a few pros and cons that should be understood of people who grew up with two homes. If you are about to be put in this situation, if you know someone in this situation, if you’re going through it and feel alone, or if your just curious- this is for you.

    Let’s start with the cons, since taking bad news first is always best.

    1. Usually, this happened because the parents are divorced. In my case, yes, which is on paper, very sad. My parents where younger than I am right now when they were married, brought together by a series of “fate” filled events. I have been told that it wasn’t the greatest at first (after the divorce), but they never let me see that part of it. In this con, I am truely lucky, because my parents have proven that even if a relationship doesn’t work out, that doesn’t mean a friendship won’t.

    2. Feeling more connected to one place over the other. This sucks. Especially for the parent living in the other place. You get so caught up in how much you LOVE the one home, that you unintentionally make the other less than, and make a parent feel unloved by their own child. Heartbreaking. I talk a lot about one home, and not much about the other, but I feel it should be noted for family that may be reading this– I LOVE BOTH of my homes equally. One is not greater than the other, they are perfect in their own unique ways.

    3. Your friends change and move on without you. Before you leave to go to your other home, you may have a great thing going with an amazing group of friends. People change. They get into arguements. They make other friends. Before you know it you’re coming back expecting to start where you left off, surrounded by friends, and things are not at all the same. And you missed it, so have fun playing catch up!

    4. You want serious, long relationship? We shall see about that. Haha. I’m not saying it’s not possible, I’m just saying it’s really hard. I had a lot of great relationships throughout highschool, but none of them even made it halfway through the length of time I was gone. Just saying.

    5. Get ready to miss A LOT of the important stuff. Graduations. Engagements. Weddings. Final goodbyes. Funerals… Bonding with a new pet- (they will think that your bed is theirs, and then be pissed at you when you steal it for a while). TIP: ask someone to take lots of pictures, and send them to you, that is the only way you will experience these things. Also, facebook is your best friend.

    6. The pain of goodbyes is very familiar. You will have to tell everyone you love “Goodbye”, at least once a year. There will be tears, and hugs, and it will hurt. A LOT. Have you ever had open heart surgery? My guess is that it feels something like that. Either way, it’s not fun. I hate it. And, when you get older, and decide to roadtrip between homes (Because it’s the best), I recommend having a friend with you that can at least drive out of town for you. I say that from experience, because once you see that “Welcome to..” sign in your rearview, you are going to fight the urge to turn the car around.

    Alrighty then, how about some pros? Those are way more fun.

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    1. Travel experience out the butt!!! Woohoo! You, my friend, are going to have all the rules for airport security down before you can even solve a long division problem. IN FACT, you might end up being better at getting to your gate then someone who works at the airport. (Side note: When your under a certian age, and flying alone, they have someone watch you on your layover. This lady put me in my seat on the wrong plane, and I am the one who caught it. I was nine.) Also, your going to be so good at holding it when you have to go to the bathroom, that for the rest of your life you arn’t even going to know that you have to go, until you HAVE TO GO NOW! And not to brag, but I’m like my own compass. YAY for traveling, and pretty places!

    2. You have some of the best stories! In your teenage years, most of your friends have never been to this mystical place that you disappear to all the time, so you look pretty awesome when you start telling them all about the places you go and the things that you do. Especially when your two homes are in South Dakota, and in Washington. Washington kids can not comprehend plains, and little trees. South Dakota kids think that the black hills are mountians, and that all ocean beaches are sandy and warm like Hawaii. So you have seen some things. Annd, you are a really good driver in “bad” weather. (You know, because one of your homes doesn’t have as extreme weather conditions as the other, so they’re not used to it like you are.)

    3. If you need an escape, you’ve got one coming! I had a little dramatic issue when I was probably 14 years old, between my ex and my best friend (that’s real stuff in highschool ok!) Anyways, I was SO glad that a couple weeks later I was leaving. I didn’t have to think about it, just got excited about seeing my other friends, and for new adventures.

    4. Two fully furniched, comfy, FREE room when traveling. Because if your traveling through the area, you know the parentals are gonna want to see you. Hug you. Feed you. Sit in bed and watch TV while eating loads of salad with you. Also, it’s a comfortable place that you already know, and your own bed.

    5. All the peoplesss. Do I even need to get into it? You’re gonna have a lot of people. Plain and simple. You got a decent amount of friends in both places. You got family in both places. You have your parent’s friends, who are like family, in both places. It’s a lot… but they are soo worth it!

    6. Also, congradulations, you better get a big christmas tree.

    So there you have it. A basic list of pros and cons for growing up in two different places. As you can see, it’s equally as tough on a kid as it is exciting, and adventurous. It definetly makes you stronger emotionally. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I certianly blame my restless wanderlust on how I grew up.. and I love it.

    From the rolling plains of South Dakota to the evergreen Puget Sound area of Washington, and everywhere in between, my heart longs for the constant travels, and rejoices in all the memories. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling of happiness and content. The heart is an organ of firey passion; it will let you know when you are home.

    What are your thoughts about “home”? About growing up in two places? Is there anything you would add to my list? Drop it in the comments!!!

    Live Bravely!

    Always,

    Danielle B.

     

    Am I Making Sense Yet?

    I have this problem with words. Funny, since here I am writing, huh? Well, it’s not so much words, as it is how I use them to explain things. Especially when I am actually talking to someone- DEFINETLY when I am talking to multiple someone-s. I think that I just over think things to much; I just want everything I say to perfectly explain what’s going on in my head. My biggest fear, not being understood.

    Being an introvert, I live in my head most of the time. I seriously have my own beautiful little world up there that I sink into when reality is too much; or when it’s not enough. Being outgoing is definitely not a strength here, but it is something I truly am working at. This leads me to this very blog, because although I am a very quiet person, I still love to share.
    I have all these things in my head that I want to share with people who want to listen. Every time I go to explain something, or tell a story, I find that I am interrupted and unable to finish. This has resulted in the very high speed that I talk in when I have a lot to say. As you can imagine, it can be hard to follow, and people tend to loose interest. (Or they get a huge kick out of it and laugh- it is pretty funny I will admit.) But anyways, it always leads me to the same stupid question: Am I Making Any Sense? I just want people to get me.

    But you know what? Who cares?

    Seriously though, does it really matter? I get me, isn’t that enough? I’m not saying that I don’t care what you think, I do. I would love for you to understand me, to get what I am getting at, but if you don’t, that’s ok too. I actually asked that question to the owner of the Love Your Pieces Project, after submitting my story to their blog, like 20 times – I was starting to annoy myself. (You can read that under their LYPblog tab.)

    So, I am sick and tired of asking myself if I think I am making sense, and then hiding inside my head when I think the answer is no. That gets literally nothing done. So if you can relate to this, if I am not a lone wolf here, then let’s make a pact. Lets throw that damn question out the window, say what we think, and leave it at that. Life is too short to sit around second guessing ourselves.

    Live Bravely!

    Always,

    Danielle B.

    2016: Don’t Let The Door Hit You On The Way Out

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    As 2016 tranformes from present to history, I find myself getting more and more excited for the new year. I have found myself looking back on this year, and not feeling satisfied. That along with the very bad ending 2016 is giving me, has me seriously looking forward to the clock striking midnight. I guess I can’t say it was that bad, there were some things that I wouldn’t give up for anything.

    I have looked my fear of driving in the snow in the eye, and traveled long distances through it. I have gone to new places, and gone from sleeping on a toddlers bunk bed to unexpectedly getting a really fancy hotel in the middle of a big city. I have found the hidden gem of the Black Hills, and laid in the back of a vheicle to watch a drive-in movie. I have hiked more, explored more, and photographed more. I bought myself my camera. I got tattooed. I’ve added to my book collection. I started an etsy shop, and then failed to keep up with it. I’ve walked in the ocean, and wandered the dense woods of the northern Cascades. I have ridden on the back of a motorcycle around the San Juan islands of Washington. I’ve escaped town to a different state for a random day getaway. I’ve driven through the night, and gotten lost in a big city. I learned that there is such a thing as too many weddings in one season. I’ve lost people, and left people, and i’ve also embraced some new and some old friends. I learned that if you drink to much at a company christmas party, you will hear jokes about it for the next seven months. I opened my heart to a company, and in return gained a whole new family. I’ve learned that I love writing, and it’s a great way for me to process things. I started a completely new job, and left my job of three and a half years, my comfort zone. I experienced my first big panic attack, and it scared the mother-lovin crap out of me.

    Best of all, I’ve learned a lot of new things about myself, or at least accepted things that I didn’t want to before. I know what I need to work at, and where I need to begin, and now that I have some new answers, I don’t feel lost anymore. I am not in limbo. I know what I want, I know where it is, and I have a plan to get it. No more free falling. 2017 will kickoff the life that I have always dreamt of, but never had the courage to drop everything and go after. I am excited to start. I am excited to experience everything. I am excited to feel like everything is coming together. 2017, I think we are going to be good friends.

    Some Resolutions:

    • Be there for myself.
    • Go after what I want.
    • No holding everything in.
    • No procrastinating.
    • Stop playing hard to get with my ideas.
    • Travel more (South & East).
    • Make this year better.

    Live Bravely!

    Always,

    Danielle B.

    Embrace Change

    img_20161223_220912Change is all around us. The season. The holidays. Soon a new year, and for some of us even the weather is constantly changing.

    People change. They develop new thoughts, new styles, new favorites, new attitudes. Some of the bravest even make the decision to stop putting up with people/ things that only ever end up letting them down, and in the end, leaving all that negativity behind leaves more room for happiness.

    I’ve never really hated change, it’s definitely made me feel uneasy a time or two, but it’s exciting to me, so full of possibilities. I remember as a child watching my step-sister go into a full on panic when the time came to switch from elementary to middle school, and middle to high school. I didn’t understand, I was SOO EXCITED! All I wanted was to continue growing, and moving on to bigger and better things. That’s what change is in the big scheme of things, growing.

    Over here in my neck of the woods, there is A LOT of changes going on. Friends have left. Loved ones have graduated college. I’ve gotten my foot in the door to the medical field. I left my comfort zone job of three and a half years. I transitioned from a Lead Ambassador to an Ambassador Mentor for BANGS. I have started saving money because I plan to be moved out of South Dakota by May 2017. Also, the typical things, like the new year that will be here next week (HOLY FAST!, right?), and i’m probably going to be dying my hair and cutting it soon. (I’m a girl, it’s how most of us celebrate change. #IAmNotWrong) 

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    Leaving my comfort zone was actually one of the few experiences where I was terrified to embrace change. I first got my (current) job at W. R. Home Care back in mid September, and although I was extremely excited to have a job where I help people daily, my heart sank because I knew that I would have to leave everything that I knew, and was comfortable with, behind. For months I avoided even talking about putting my two weeks in at Cabela’s. I worked hard at both jobs, sacrificing any rest, days off, or free time, and inevitably exhausting any and all energy to do anything else. Two weeks ago today, after a whole lot of pacing and internally freaking out, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and dropped my resignation letter in our HR lady’s box. Yesterday, with lots of tears and hugs, I turned in my equipment, and left the place that has felt like home for so many years in my rear view mirror.

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    Have no fear! Captain Daisy is here!

    So change can be hard, and a little scary. I get that. Nothing is scarier than the unknown, it causes you to wait. (For more about that click HERE. ) I have a solution for you! When you are facing a change (by choice, or otherwise) that scares you, look for the silver lining, or as to say, think about what positive outcome(s) will result from it. Examples being: Learning a lesson, gaining experience, adapting, new friends, discovering what makes you happy, becoming stronger, maybe even just a really good story, ect.

    No, that’s not all…

    YOU have to make the choice to embrace change. Even if the change is not by your choice, it’s up to you on how you take it. Do you want to grow and adapt? Become a stronger person than even you think you are? Or, do you want to be miserable, and never give life a chance to show you beauty?

    Look at the silver lining you found. Is it worth it? Can you struggle for it? Can you sweat for it? Can you be patient with it? Do you want that outcome? If yes, then embrace the change, and hold on to your own found piece of motivation like it’s the coat that’s keeping you from freezing to death.

    Oh, and as always…

    Live Bravely!

    Always,

    Danielle B.

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