Dayle with a why
So many reasons why my substack newsletter, Mishaps and Milestones, stopped feeling like home.
Turns out some milestones, however big or small, are better kept to yourself. And daily life doesn’t have as many mishaps as one would think.
And maybe- just maybe, if a person stops putting so much energy into looking for all those mishaps and milestones, one can relax and just be.
I am no longer waiting for the next catastrophe to present itself.
What once served me as a struggling single parent of two boys with a revolving door of shitty jobs and shitty people doesn’t anymore. Living in a state of fight or flight mode is exhausting; external trauma and internal torment are no longer welcome here. I’m becoming nicer to myself, and it’s taken years. I’m existing, or maybe I should say thriving, differently.
I know a name is just a name and doesn’t define a piece of writing. The words we choose and the stories we tell do that.
But still, I needed the landing space, where we could meet, that felt more authentic. So this new name and look is where you can find me on the old Substack.
And this, my friends, is how Dayle with a Why came to be.
So many questions, a few opinions, and a laugh that echoes somewhere between curious and unhinged. Writing to untangle the poetic mess of life- It's lessons, hauntings, and the quiet strangeness that slips between the cracks of ordinary days.
Forever indulging in my compulsive fascination with all things ghostly, spooky and strange.
Also
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I’ve always been intuitive and have had a kindred connection with animals and nature. So I started learning and training in animal communications. That’s right, you heard me. I know, I wouldn’t have believed it either, but the pet owners’ confirmations and feedback that I get are mind-blowing. You really can’t make this shit up.
There will be plenty more stories on this life development, I promise you that.
Princess Ayva front and center. Big guy Finn is in his usual spot while I write.
I’ll be in touch soon
T ~ Dayle
