Archive | February, 2014

2014 BLOG – DAY 59 friday fun – cute puppies

28 Feb

It’s Friday. And I’m just in the mood for cute puppies. Why not? It makes me happy.

Here’s a compilation of the cutest pups I found on Pinterest. WARNING: click on the photos for more total cuteness — at your own risk.


Ahhhhh


Ohhhh!


ooooo!


soooo sweet!


and of course… our favorite!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{happy friday!}

2014 BLOG – DAY 58 :: lean in or opt out?

27 Feb

So there are days and then there are days. And, today, well has been one of those days.

My annual OB appointment.

I was actually delighted to go to the doctor today. Just approaching the women’s center made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was beautiful. Like a spa. All tranquil with waterfalls and pretty landscaping. Ahhhhhh.

I made a pact with myself that this would be the start of a whole new experience with me and doctors and appointments since my track record hasn’t been so good.

I instantly loved my new doctor. She seemed to be close to my age. She was fun to talk to. She gave me a list of the best restaurants in town. I almost asked her on the spot if she wanted to be friends. Since I can use some new friends in this new town that we live in. But that seemed a little unprofessional, or at least a little too forward as I sat with my feet in stirrups stripped down to my skivvies.

Then, she dropped the bomb. As she did the annual breast exam she found a lump.

“What???” I shrieked. It felt like a cruel joke.

“Don’t panic.” She said. “No panicking. I can move it around. That’s a good sign. I’m not concerned.” She talked me off the pretty, pretty walls of the exam room.

Right. Breathe. No panicking. I’m not panicking. Wait. I am panicking. My thighs started sweating. My head started spinning. I didn’t even feel the pelvic exam. Because I was panicking.

Because this was supposed to be my new start. My GOOD appointment.

Since then, the mamo has been scheduled. My heart rate has done somersaults. I have calmed down and now I wait.

It’s a funny thing, this living in a woman’s body. The hormones. The cycles. The thyroids. The breasts. Why can’t they all just get along?

And then I remembered my promise of peak performance. And I remind myself that this is what I’m good at: staying the course, perseverance, surviving, moving through, day by day.

As I sit here tonight, I think of the latest woman power mantra of “Lean In” and I realize that all I want to do is “Opt Out.” I want to just wish this away. I want it to quietly retreat, disappear and disintegrate. I want to opt out of the panic, the worry, the stress.

So I vow not to panic. It’s useless anyway.
Besides, the doctor isn’t worried.

I toyed with not even writing about this, because hey, that would be one way to opt out. But then I had an epiphany. Or, at least a slap across the breast sort of reminder.

I am not the only one. This is bigger than me and my two boobies. It’s something we all get to share, in the this thing called womanhood.

As I reflect tonight, my only regret is this:
I should have asked her to be my friend.

I’m guessing I will have another opportunity.
Until then, no panicking.
Doctors orders.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

 
 
{how was your day?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 57 :: break the rules

26 Feb

I woke up an hour late. I didn’t go to the gym today.

But I had an incredible day!  Productive. Passionate. Personally fulfilling.

So tonight, all I want to reflect on is this:
sometimes you have to break the rules. 

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what rules can you break?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 56 :: return of the creepy crawlies

25 Feb

The phantom spider is gone. 

I spotted it in the kitchen today at high noon. Just as Justin walked into the kitchen I looked up and pointed.

“See!!” I was ecstatic. “There it is. The spider!”

I felt like I had won a game of hide and seek. Actually, I felt sane. Like I hadn’t been imagining a huge, black spider that only crawled on the kitchen walls just for me.

“Ah, do you want to play with it?” Justin asked as he reached up to grab it.

“No!” I screamed.

“I thought you liked spiders now.” Justin smiled as he whisked the spider off the wall and it fell into Brady’s dog crate. Now we had to try to find a black spider in a black metal dog crate.

Justin tipped the crate from side to side looking for the fuzzy, black thing. Brady ran around in circles, expecting something very exciting to happen. We had, after all, invaded his space.

Justin finally spotted the spider, clinging to one of the metal bars of the crate and scooped it up in a napkin. He then walked outside and release the poor little spider (Did I say little? It was huge).

If you’re keeping score, here’s the standings:
Spider = 1
Jamie = 0
Brady = best. day. ever.
Justin = my hero.

As for peak performance?
None for me today.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what’s haunting you?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 55 :: the creepy crawlies

24 Feb

What are you afraid of?

I’ve done so much over here to get over my fears (if you’ve been around here for a while you already know the long drawn out story… swimming in the ocean, gardening with spiders, surgery!).

I have a new fear to add to that list.
Phantom Spiders.

As in the large, black, creepy spider that only shows up in the kitchen when no one else is home or looking — but me. Justin thinks I’m making it up. He thinks it’s my imaginary friend. Possibly from spending too much time alone at home in my office staring at my computer screen.

But I know it’s real.

I saw it yesterday crawling on the ceiling. I considered getting out the vacuum to suck it up but then decided against it. Mostly because I made a pact with Justin (and karma) not to kill any more spiders.

Then, last night, just as I let the dogs out for their last run before bed I spotted it. In the corner of the kitchen.

As if it’s taunting me. Teasing me from afar. And, really, I prefer it that way. Far, far, away.

I have looked for the spider all day to no avail. Every time I open a cupboard I wince. Every time I reach for a dog treat (which we have to keep on top of the refrigerator so you know who doesn’t eat the entire box) I brace myself.

I’ve come a long way in this spider thing. But I am still amazed at how much fear they instill in me – instantaneously.

So I did some searching.
According to one source, spiders can represent many things, including:

  • Patience
  • Receptivity
  • Feminine energy
  • Creativity
  • Weaver of life’s fate
  • Shadow self, dark aspects of life or personality

It has me stopping and thinking. (Patience?)
Maybe this spider is only showing itself to me because it has a message? Maybe it wants me, and me alone, to figure out something creative, or feminine, or weave my fate for this promise of peak performance?

Or, maybe Justin’s just playing a joke on me?

To be continued…

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what do spiders mean to you?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 54 :: bye bye sochi

23 Feb

As the Olympic torch goes out on my TV, albeit delayed by twelve hours from the real thing, I am reminded about the importance of celebration.

Even when mishaps and malfunctions happen.

I love that the producers in Sochi took a moment to make fun of their opening mishap by making the fifth Olympic ring not open …again!

It reminds me to celebrate where we’ve been and what we’ve done before we move on.

And not to be so serious.

It’s reassuring that we can laugh at our blunders.
Even on the world’s stage.

Kind of puts my mishaps into perspective.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what can you celebrate?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 53 :: back in the saddle

22 Feb

How is your weekend going so far?
I hope well with a little “wow” added in there too.

Tonight I had a slight “woah” at the gym.

First, let me just say that I am pretty proud of myself for making it to the gym on a Saturday night. I mean, really, there are so many weekend distractions.

Somehow I schlepped to my car and drove the 2.7 miles to the gym, without perspiring. I don’t know why, but I was tired, so just making it through the front doors of the gym felt like an Olympic moment. You can hand over the gold medal now, please.

Once inside the gym I opted for the Elliptical machine in the “women’s only” area. “I paced myself to the Pandora radio station pouring through my iPhone headset. Yes, yes, I am “Titanium” thank you very much David Guetta.

I belted the lyrics inside my head  so no one else could hear, until I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

A seat of sorts. Like a saddle.

I had never seen anything like it before.

So I sat on it, placing my feet in the stirrups and pushed the “on” button. It was EXACTLY like riding a horse. Back and forth, side to side, front to back.

You could even choose your speed. So faster, faster, faster I went as fast as the horse could go. I considered holding on with one hand up in the air and then stopped myself. Whoa nelly. What if I fell off?

Luckily, the “women’s only” section of the gym was empty. There was just one other woman there and she was totally concentrating on her treadmill routine. Or maybe she was pretending not to watch me ride the bucking bronco. I don’t know, I was too embarrassed to look up. Or maybe I was having too much fun?

One thing is for sure: I now live on the west coast. We didn’t have gym equipment like this in Boston. At least not in the gyms where I have been.

I suppose I will wake up in the morning with “riders back” or a bruised leg from the stirrup. At least I’m keeping my promise of peak performance and making it all the way to the gym.

Even if I had to stop at the Rodeo.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

 
 
{how is your weekend so far?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 52 a perfect weekend: wine a little

21 Feb

Happy weekend!
It seems appropriate to share this link today …weekend projects on the verge of popping up around here.

Here’s to a million and one things to do with a wine crate. Okay, well, maybe 10 ways to reinvent a wine crate from Houzz.

What do you have planned for the weekend?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what is your ideal weekend?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 51 :: rise up

20 Feb

What is your ideal day?
What time does your ideal day start?
What do you do first? Next? After that?

I promised to talk about “ideal days” today because it relates to peak performance and the gold standard.  Yesterday, I shared the “Think Gold” mantra. Today I am blending these two concepts into a “Gold Medal Day.”

What is a Gold Medal Day?
It’s your perfect day. Your ideal schedule.

I recently reworked my ideal day, and *gasp* it starts at 5:30am!
Starting at sun up to sun down I made a list of everything that I want to accomplish in one day. It looks like this:

5:30 – wake, take thyroid pills, take dogs out
6 – write
7 – plan daily projects
8 – shower and dress
8:30 to noon – meetings and work
12 to 1pm – lunch
1 to 5 – meetings and work
5:30 – gym, workout, play
7 – dinner
8 – blog
9 – read and go to bed

That’s the Gold Medal Day. 
It doesn’t happen in that order every single day. Life happens in between, calling my attention to laundry, dogs running inside with muddy feet, date night, fun, friends, travel, fabulous excursions, grocery shopping, naps, what have you!

Like an athlete that trains, this is the schedule that leads to peak performance. There are bronze days and silver medal days too. There are days where I don’t even place in the top three.

As mundane as it seems, this schedule is the big, huge, Olympic goal. It’s the little, tiny, minute steps forward each day that lead to peak performance.

That, and being in it to win it. Putting down a performance everyday with passion, love, dedication and determination.

It’s also a simple equation. Show Up + Rise Up = Gold.

So, now that I’ve shared…
What is your ideal Gold Medal Day?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what is your ideal day?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 50 :: think gold

19 Feb

As you know, this year is dedicated to peak performance. And I have been looking and searching to uncover some of the best techniques to get to peak performance — personally.

I have been reading and scanning and watching and listening. One of the best actionable pieces of advice I have found so far is this:  THINK GOLD.

What does that mean?
Well, for starters, it asks what is your big dream, your huge goal, (your promise!), your gold standard, your Olympic moment?

I found this technique in the jammed-packed motivational book The Champion’s Mind. The technique inspires you to clearly outline what your big moment of achievement is, and while it is focused on athletes the wisdom can be shared with the rest of us.

How does it work?
It’s all packed into two words. A simple phrase: “Think Gold.”

1) Can’t get out of bed in the morning? Say to yourself “Think Gold.”
2) Going through the motions without passion? “Think Gold.”
3) Ready to throw in the towel? “Think Gold.”

In the key moments where peak performance meets the demands of daily life, the phrase “think gold” will remind you of what you really want. The intent is to inspire you to get up, keep going, and push through because you remember what’s at stake.

Does it work?
I can wholeheartedly say that for a consecutive three days, YES! It works. I’m only three days into this, but it has me up early, on time, on task and on target with my daily goals.

Worth a try?
I think so.
Let me know if you want to play along.

Tomorrow I will share my ideal day with you.
Until then…. Think. Gold.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what does gold mean to you?}
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