Hello and welcome! If you are here, you might have fallen into an Internet rabbit hole, but since you’re here…My name is Danielle.
I was born, raised, and continue to adult in the Midwest. At one point in my life, I looked like this:
Now, I am a wife, mother of two fur babies, and daughter to a vibrant, Mexican woman who will may appear on this site as the madre.
I wear many identity labels (as I believe we all do), and I struggle with many things: personal shame, the things that have happened to me, the goals I’m striving towards. My life is imperfect, and I imagine yours is too. I adult when and as possible. Sometimes not even a bit. I am awe-stricken by the enormity and still rarity of life’s beauty in its difficult imperfection. But sometimes in the midst of it all, I glean insights or experiences worth sharing with others who are trying to overcome the “opportunities” and open windows life presents. Existing is a hot mess. It’s all the things you don’t see on a lifestyle blog. I intend my blog to be a mere slice of our awkward and awful behind-the-scenes existence. This is me on most recent days:If you’re new to the blog, I suggest to START HERE. On my blog you will find all of the ways I try to live life with intention working with and against all of those labels I mentioned. You will also find my complete and utter failures in the process and hard lessons learned. More than anything, I hope Dark Noon by Danielle brings you a sense of connection and inspires you to believe that just because we feel bizarre in our pursuit of happiness, that does not mean we are alone. Thank you for meeting me at dark noon.
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too.
Well, I hope that if you are out there, you read this and know that yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
– Frida Kahlo