Hey there, I’m glad we met!


Welcome to the family!

My name is Dani Renee Watson and I’m completely, joyously in love with my sometimes-amazing-sometimes-shitty life. And you deserve to be in love with yours too.

Much like with my life, I’ve started this blog over more times than I’d like to admit and almost given up even more times than that. I’ve struggled with imposter syndrome, often questioning whether I even possess the authority to create and publish pieces of work such as the ones you’ll find here. I’ve questioned the validity of my thoughts. I’ve questioned the quality of my composition; whether or not this was a skill that deserved to be shared. I’ve even questioned whether or not I have the right to create and share content like this as someone who struggles with her own mental health.  Do I have a right to offer direct guidance? Is that even my intention here?

The short answer to that last question is no. Well, not really. This blog, though intentionally composed to be insightful, is not a guide to life. I think it’s safe to say that we have enough literature on the market telling us what we must do to improve our lives in order to be happier, healthier, wealthier and more successful. I can personally attest to the fact that those books, while true to their purpose, are really fucking hard to get through when you don’t have access to the tools or strength or sheer willpower necessary to follow their steps. Plus, chances are if you’ve gotten to the point where you find yourself walking through Barnes & Noble with the sole intention of seeking out very specific self-help literature, you’re probably running low on one or few of the aforementioned qualities. Trust me, I’ve been there. Most of us have, and I’m here to affirm that that’s also okay. Still, if we’re being honest, I can’t count on one hand the number of self-help books and blogs I’ve read and even agreed with, only to turn around and settle right back into my own shit due to the difference between what they were demanding and what I had the energy and capacity to commit to. And so, again, that is not my intention here. I won’t demand anything of you. The only thing I ask is that you remain open, receptive, introspective and beyond all things, honest with yourself. These are and will always be my only requests.

So then, you ask, what is my intention?

Long story short, my intention here is to relate. Beyond that, it is to create and make accessible a literary space that speaks directly to young women who find it difficult to align with their greatness, not because they don’t want to, but because it seems distant and detached from their daily lives. This is for girls, women, and even men alike who consider themselves and their lives pretty ordinary and at times, unbearably average. It’s for those of you who have to focus solely on the “what-is” because doing so is one of the few things that you feel will preserve both your life and your sanity. I will not be telling you how to become the next Toni Morrison or Alicia Keys or Nina Simone. Shit, if I had the answers to those things, I’d just start a podcast and call it a day. But this, writing, requires more. It requires that I take a healthy deep dive into myself every single day, and more than I ever have before. It’s an ongoing process. Nothing happens in one day, and it is in our nature as humans to learn something, no matter how small, every day. That’s the beauty of writing as an art. The work grows as I do. Every page, paragraph and post is an extension of the last, which is an extension of my journey as a whole. Much like with you and me, value is gradually being added to this here space. It is always and will always be a physical manifestation of my ongoing expansion. It is a reflection with which you may be able to relate and find solace in knowing that you are not alone in your struggles or your successes. There is someone like you out here doing the best that they fucking can to survive this life with the intention to one day maybe thrive in it. And so, as I stated prior, this space is not a playbook for internal success, though I believe in its potential to inspire it. This is the blog that I wish I had during my darkest times. The one I wish I could’ve had access to growing up. The one that I wish my parents would’ve forced me to read when they found out I was cutting myself at 13. When I found out I was pregnant four months into my freshman year of college and needed to believe that it would be okay. This is the book that, in today’s world of perfect feeds and immaculate timelines, serves as your reminder that sitting still in your shit and learning it intimately is OKAY and often the only sustainable way out of it. It seems to be by far the most effective way out of it. How can you challenge something you don’t understand? How can you face a problem you don’t even recognize as such? It is okay to feel “average” sometimes. It is okay to go through things. It’s okay to be hurt and heartbroken without having to pretend like everything is okay. It is okay and advisable to take the time to reflect, even if that does not feel like forward-movement. It is okay to slow down and be still, and I’m here to tell you why that is your right no matter how uneventful or depressing or straight up shitty your life seems. Because in this space, giving up is unacceptable. Giving up is not okay, and often it takes realizing what went wrong in the first place to be able to agree with that. Trust me. I’ve been there. And it led me here.


Dani Renee.