…is simply- what brings me joy. Being authentic about it. Sharing about it. Letting you see this is what it looks like.
What is the end goal? Organize and be happy! (yes, organization and details bring me joy.) “Detail me happy!” And in sharing this process, that I might share something that gives you vibes to want to try (and that something just got easier or happier).
It’s life. Doing what u need to do and what u want to do, and all the in-betweens.
The moments with family. The moments with friends.
But there is also this-
The frustrations but also the ah moments that make life easier.
The insecurities but the wishfulness of trying things to see if they work.
And the joy when they do.
A million little details to simplicity; insecurity to authenticity – it is all there.
Life is also realizing sometimes it is easy to get lost in the “in-betweens.”
Have you seen that photo of the little girl running through water with the caption-
“She’s still there.”
When I did, I exhaled. And I went looking. This is me. Ideas, details & tips.
Adore the idea. Appreciate the detail. Live authentically.
xo Dyanna
P.S. Remember her. She is still there. Go find her.
About me? Details?
Wife. Mom of two teen boys. Adore my labrador named Bodie. Fiercely in love with my family. Youngest of 11 (fiercely in love with all of siblings and their families too). My family, as in parents and siblings, migrated here from Azores Islands, Portugal. My mother was pregnant with me when she arrived here and I was born months later.
I often think about all the emotions they packed to do such a journey. Leaving everything behind in search of hard work for something more. There is an endless list of questions I would love to ask with them. I lost both my parents way too early in life.
Favorite memory (one of countless) from my parents- almost every weekend my father would load us kids up in the car. The routine was almost the same every time. The drive would be around the block, or to the next city over or just a roam and back home. But every time my mom would ask, “Where are we going?” And it was the same answer from my father every time- “To see America.”
