Taking the first step

My transformation into living more of a minimalist lifestyle is slowly taking place.

I’m to a point where I am ready to start selling my stuff. Starting with that damn TV. I give way too much time to that thing. It needs to go.

I also need to sell my living room furniture so that I can purchase my convertible/sleeper sofa. Possibly and end table or two as well, but I want them to be very simple. Perhaps a sitting chair as well. Some sort of unique find at a quaint little shop. With a convertible/sleeper sofa I will be able to get rid of my crappy mattress. I also need to get rid of my bedroom set. I’ve had it for just over 21 years, I think it’s time to part ways with it.

Once all of that is done I can create my meditation space. I think I am looking forward to this the most. It will consist of a mini table top zen garden, a bonsai tree, Chakra stones, and an earthy scented candle. It will be a space of tranquility. Slowly but surely I would like to create my entire living space into something quite similar.

Brilliant! I just decided that since I won’t have a need for a bed, my bedroom will become somewhat of a yoga space. I wonder if I can find a small TV with a built-in DVD player (I love my Elena Brower Yoga DVD)

And I can hang MY nature photo’s throughout. Perhaps even some that I’ve added inspirational quotes to. I will definitely need one with a Cheryl Strayed quote!

So, here is my week’s goal:

  • Take photo’s of everything I want to sell and get them posted for sale.
  • Take books and DVD/blu-rays to Half Priced Books. Maybe even donate some to work.
  • Look for a place to dispose of mattress/box spring and dresser/night stand.
  • Donate clothes or sell to second hand/consignment shop.

This might be a bit ambitious for one week. I’ll start with the top two and work my way down.

Very excited about this new transformation/path! I think it will make a huge difference on my way of life.

Dani

But who am I, really?

But who am I, really?

My name is Danielle. It’s the name given to me when I was born. Daniel is my Uncles name. He died much too young in a car accident on his way home from college for Christmas. A couple years after that I came along. I’m not sure to this day whether it is my Uncle Danny they honored or me by naming me after him, perhaps it’s both. I’ve always felt a very strong connection to Danny even though I never had the chance to know him. Is it the power of the name we share? Or is it something much deeper than that? I choose to believe the latter.

There are many pieces of me that make up my name, the “who” I am. My Uncle is the very first piece. Maybe that’s where I get my strength and resilience from. I could not be more proud than I am to carry on the Danny/Dani Curtis legacy. I like to think he would be proud of me. I feel like if he were still with us that he wouldn’t have let half the stuff I went through stand. Like he would’ve been my protector. Maybe he is the reason I’ve survived all that I have, maybe he’s been with me the whole time.

(Gosh I could write forever about him. Perhaps another post another day).

Who am I besides the namesake of my predecessor?

I am a survivor of abuse (sexual, physical, verbal, emotional, mental)

I am sober because I walked on a very slippery slope that would’ve lead me straight in to alcoholism. It took me some time to realize it, but I finally did. I am very proud of my sobriety (that’s the first time I’ve actually said that, “my sobriety”, I might be a little bit more proud now).

I am an adult learning to love myself.

I am an adult trying to nurture, provide safety and reassurance, love and affection, and to heal my wounded child. (this is so much harder than one might imagine it to be)

I am an adult who battles depression, complex PTSD, Adult ADHD (sans the H), codependency, and other traits that come from being victimized from such a young age and over the span of so many years (I’m not claiming that my depression or the ADHD are caused by the abuse, but the rest are directly related to it).

I am insecure.

I am often full of self-doubt

I am a lesbian. I did not choose to be; I just am. Given the hard life I have lived I don’t think if it were a choice I would’ve gone with being gay. Yes, I’ve been with men and they did absolutely nothing for me. I have zero shame that I am a lesbian. I do not feel I am sinning or going to hell for being created this way (I don’t believe in Christianity anyways, I have nothing against those who do, it’s just not for me)

I am a spiritual person, not a religious person.

I am Irish

I am one who meditates (not a religious practice, although many believe it to be)

I am an animal lover. Dogs are my first choice, but I love all animals.

I am a photographer (not professional, just for fun and clarity)

I am a lover of nature

I am not a lover of insects, snakes, most reptiles, or free roaming rodents. With that said, I don’t want to see harm come to any of them. I just want them to stay away from me.

I am one who could spend an entire day staring at a lake.

I am a sunrise and sunset kind of girl.

I am a Universe and all it’s beauty kind of girl.

I am a reader

I am a writer

I am a music lover (some music just speaks right to the soul)

I am a movie watcher

I am a favorite color and number kind of girl (blue and 2)

I am fearful.

I am jumpy, I startle easily (this is new)

I am a fixer, advice giver. I’m not always good at taking my own advice, but I am wonderful at helping others. Doing this brings me joy and fills my heart with love and happiness.

I am a college student.

I am a full-time employee

I am a daughter, sister, aunt, niece, cousin, and granddaughter

I am a friend

I am kind, loving, compassionate, and empathetic

I am an ambivert.

I am intelligent.

I am humble.

I am perfectly imperfect.

I am human.

I am all of these things and so much more.

I am me.

I am Danielle!

And I am learning to love who I am ♥

With Loving-Kindness from me to you; whoever you are ♥♥