Zenstorm

14/02/2026

I got tempted today and asked ChatGPT to create a caricature of me “based on everything it knows about me.”

This is what it made. 😄
And honestly… it’s a funny mirror.

Because the real story behind the scenes is simple:
I’m building Zenstorm.
A new operating system for work in an era where AI accelerates everything.

Curious question for you:
If AI turned your work into a caricature… what would it exaggerate?
And what would you want to reclaim as “the real you”?

10/02/2026

What do you see?

10/02/2026

We’re entering the post-tool era.

Tools are everywhere.
Speed is everywhere.
But clarity is rare.

I’m writing Zenstorm to change that.

It’s a practical playbook for people building what comes next:
teams, companies, communities, movements.

The core idea is simple:
Your team can’t out-execute its nervous system.
And your culture can’t outgrow its level of safety and coherence.

This book is for builders who want to ship, scale, and stay human.

Question for you:
What is AI accelerating in your world, and what is it revealing?

10/02/2026

𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱.
Last year in Dubai, it accelerated.
This week in Cancún, it crystallised.

I didn’t “learn more.”
I became different.

I watched 2,200 people choose inner work over noise.
And I watched the science catch up in real time.

What I’m building now is for the founders, operators, and people building teams and cultures who feel it too:
AI is not the starting line.
𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀.

Because tools come and go.
But the human who uses them is the real operating system.

Over the next months, I’m bringing together everything I’ve lived, tested, and documented into a book and a 7-step framework (maybe 8).
Not for corporate theatre.
For future humans who want real change in how we work, lead, and build culture.

If you’re building in the age of AI and you feel “something deeper is required”…
You’re my people.

𝗤𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁?

08/02/2026

Two years ago, a seed was planted. Last year in Dubai Future human event .events , it accelerated and it became clear that the inward comes first.

In a world accelerating through AI and new ways of working…
the inner work has to come first.
Otherwise we build faster but not wiser.

So I went in.
Toward healing. Toward truth. Toward myself.

This week was the crown: a week-long retreat with .
And honestly? I thought it wouldn’t change much
Vipassana has been in my system for years.

But this was different.
Not just an experience. evidence in the body.
My science-heart recognized it:
Data, studies, results, thousands of people changing.

2026 feels like a new phase: Embodiment.
Not another insight. Not another plan.
A new operating system. in my nervous system, my choices, my work.

This wasn’t the easy road.
It was the necessary one.

And now it becomes real in the world:
Storms become a compass.
Life force gets a container.

29/12/2025

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥.

Sometimes it’s a decision.
Sometimes it’s a storm.
Sometimes it’s literally falling on asphalt,
because life whispers:
“Not this way anymore.”

I left for a year to study in Australia during college;
a one-way leap into the unknown.
Not because I was brave,
but because I had to find myself
outside everything familiar.

I lost my father to a heart attack
when I was still learning how to live.
And years later,
my head hit the street while skating
a skull fracture, facial paralysis,
no smell, no taste.
I had to start over,
learning to use my brain again.
First little steps,
then bigger ones.
Another fracture.
Another rebirth.

Again and again,
life asked me to rebuild.
Not just my body.
My soul.
My mission.
My voice.

And each time,
I said yes.

This week, I sat with the women who knew me
before all of that.
Before the accident.
Before the burnouts.
Before the breakthroughs.
Before I chose to stop hiding.
Before I fully embraced the messiness of life.

We’ve all lived our own chapters:
Generational trauma.
Conditioning.
Personal wounds.
Single motherhood.
Divorce.
Starting over.
Doing everything they can
to give their children the best possible future
even if it means sacrificing themselves.

But what remains
is this quiet, wild knowing:
We’re still here.
We’re wiser.
We’re walking each other home.

We don’t see each other often.
But when we do, we check in.
We show up.
Wherever we are
on this rollercoaster called life.
Bonded for life.
Even when it’s messy.
Especially then.

Do you also have those incredible men or women
who check in with your soul
even just now and then?
I’m so grateful for these women.

29/12/2025

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥.
Sometimes it’s a decision.
Sometimes it’s a storm.
Sometimes it’s literally falling on asphalt
Because life said,
“not this way anymore.”

I left for Australia during college.
a one-way leap into the unknown.
Not because I was brave,
But because I had to find myself
outside everything familiar.

I lost my father to a heart attack
when I was still learning to live.
and years later,
my body hit the street while skating
another fracture,
another rebirth.

Again and again,
life asked me to rebuild.
not just my body.
my soul.
my mission.
my voice.

and each time, I said yes.

This week I met with the women who knew me
before all of that.
before the burnouts.
before the breakthroughs.
before I chose to stop hiding.

We’ve all been through our own chapters
single motherhood,
divorce,
starting over.

But what remains
is this quiet, wild knowing:
we’re still here.
we’re wiser.
we’re walking each other home.

And we keep showing up.
even when it’s messy.
especially then.

28/12/2025

28/12/2025

Reuniting with these incredible women I studied with back in college. 2025 brought us challenges, growth, and deep lessons and we’re walking into 2026 stronger, wiser, and together. ❤️🫶🏻🥰 .timmermans

26/12/2025

❄️ She’s still alive. But she’s no longer here. Christmas Eve & Day was beautiful. Full of games. Laughter. Presence. But at night…
Grief whispered in.
Soft, slow, honest.

My mother slept for two nights beside me.
But the woman she once was?
She’s mostly gone.

Years of antidepressants.
Years of unprocessed fear.
A life half-lived, after my father passed away 22 years ago.
And now, she’s here - but also not.
A shadow. A whisper. A memory of movement.
One of the walking dead.

I held her hand.
Told her she did well.
That I was grateful.
For what she gave.
And for what she couldn’t give.
Because even that shaped me.

And that’s the thing:
🌱 Every family carries its own silent storms.
But love - real love - forgives, witnesses, remembers.
That’s the legacy I choose.

I believe this life is a playground for soul lessons.
And these holy days… they show us what’s real.

🕊️ Whatever you’re carrying right now,
May it turn into understanding.
Into strength.
Into softness.

With love,
Danielle

24/12/2025

🔥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤…
is the part of you you’ve been avoiding?

you’ve built.
you’ve scaled.
you’ve played the game well.

but now?
you’re not really playing anymore.
you’re performing.
you’re surviving on momentum.

this year, I stopped.
I turned inward.
I faced what hurt.
and what I found… changed everything.

🌬️ stillness sharpens vision.
🔥 inner fire fuels true growth.
🌀 business transforms when you do.

at zenstorm, we don’t teach hustle.
we guide future humans -
those who feel the shift -
to lead from stillness, soul, and clarity.

tonight is christmas eve.
a night of pause.
a whisper to return home -
not just to family, but to self.

✨ your nervous system knows.
✨ your soul remembers.
✨ you’re not broken - you’re becoming.

📩 DM me “ZENSTORM”
if your next move feels more like a soft yes than a loud push.