Archive | January, 2015

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 31 :: dogged pursuits

31 Jan
Bliss moment of the day?  Well, it was eating brie.But that’s not my bliss moment of the day. It was Brady’s as he snuck up and snatched half of the block of brie from the sofa table. It was sort of an informal appetizer for us and become a formal contraband treat for Brady.

Admittedly, it made me mad. In one gulp he downed our brie, which I bought tonight as a special treat because it sounded so good. Whoosh! Just like that, it was gone.

But honestly there is something inside of that I respect. Brady knows what makes him happy. He is programmed to go after it no matter what anybody else thinks (or says … or yells).

He’s unashamed of his blissful pursuit. Food. Food. Food. Brady knows exactly where all of the food is in the house at all times. If I stand up from my desk and walk away leaving a bit of my lunch for TWO SECONDS Brady will be there licking his chops. Even if he was in another room. Even if he is outside. Somehow he knows where the food is and the direct coordinates of human arms to said food. He calculates his approach in a matter of seconds.

Then I turn around and my food is gone. GONE girl.

It makes me scream. The one word said over and over in this household is “Brady!” at all octaves and all levels of annoyance. But it doesn’t faze him. He keeps his focus. He knows what he wants.

We named Brady after Tom. After all, he is the most amazing quarterback in football history. Little did we know our Brady would have the same intense training regimen and winning instincts as #12… it just happens to be in the food department.

Regardless, I have to respect this tenacity. He is dogged in his blissful pursuit (pardon the pun). This dog’s got game and he schools us almost every single day.

Then he crawls up in my lap and pretends he’s sorry.

Yeah, he’s got my number. And my food. Pretty blissful life for this pup.

More tomorrow. 

 {what is your dogged pursuit?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 30 :: 2015 here we go!

30 Jan
January is almost over, and as it becomes time to turn the page on the virtual calendar it feels like a final moment to reflect on the New Year (before we are really IN it!).

So tonight, I give you this: 
A video message from Tony Robbins.

If you’re already giving up on your resolutions this is a must watch. Just soak in the pep talk if nothing else. Because the New Year is here and there’s no turning back.

Here’s to 2015!

More tomorrow. 

 {does 2015 feel real yet?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 29 :: time lapse #bliss

29 Jan
It’s hard to believe that January is almost over. Where did the time go? I am reminded about the phenomenon known as “time flies when you’re having fun.” Or maybe better said, sheer bliss.

So, tonight I share a Pug and his bath. I don’t know why this feels significant, other than it reminds me of those moments when happiness comes from something as simple as warm water and bubbles.  

Maybe sheer bliss is really being so dopey that we forget what time it is….
Then again, maybe it’s just bubble bath?

Ask the Pug.

More tomorrow. 

 {does time fly when you have fun?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 28 :: keepin’ it simple

28 Jan
I’m keepin’ it simple tonight. Simple. Simple. Simple. 
And it feels good. Which makes me wonder if “simple” is a clue to this blissful thing? The more simple, easy, obvious, no brainer “duh” kind of moments I have the more I think that bliss shouldn’t be all that complicated.

Maybe ultimate bliss is really easier than we think? How rather simple would that be?


More tomorrow. 

 {how do you want to simplify?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 27 :: a little bit happy

27 Jan
Oh bliss!  I still don’t really know what that means. I do have very clear moments of locating BLISS in my memories. Like yesterday, all of those birthday messages that you left me on Facebook made me cry, very happy tears.

Back in college I was given an award. It was “Most Likely To Be Happy In A Nuclear Holocaust.” I’ve been thinking a lot about that award lately, especially in this new promise of finding bliss.

I am really mostly happy most of the time. I like to think I look on the bright side of shit hit the fan. But I have my melt down, drag out, it aint pretty moments. (Just ask Justin, he gets to see them up close and personal more than anyone. Lucky guy.)

But to harness bliss ALL the time, well, I’m not sure even “happy girl in a nuclear holocaust” can figure that out. It might actually be certifiably mental for someone to be happy all the time.

But that’s okay. I’ve dedicated an entire year to absorb, research, track down and capture as much bliss as possible. As this journey unfolds, in what I hope will be in the most wonderful of ways, I am reflecting on the fact that it’s my life (and yours!). Every single day of it.

Good enough reason to be even a little bit happy.  

More tomorrow. 

 {what makes you a little bit happy?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 26 :: what if everything went right?

26 Jan
I started off my day with a birthday surprise…  a beautiful message from my Aunt sitting on my iPhone which I read while sitting in the bathroom trying to wake up to another year.  It said, “I like to think of you and Amy standing 3 1/2 feet tall and needing your hair braided. Celebrate and have a blissful birthday!”

It’s hard to believe I was ever only three and a half feet tall. I feel like I was born standing at a full six feet, hitting my head on door jams, tripping over my own feet, you know, the stuff that tall girls are made of. Of course I’ve grown out of that awkwardness… mostly…but there are few people in my life that remember braiding my hair. It felt like a hug in the most wonderful way.

And then these Gorgeous Flowers arrived!

And then I opened up this Bracelet that arrived in the mail! 

And then I remembered that it is Brady’s birthday too. Or at least the closest that we know of…. he’s now three. THREE!

I also traced over a new saying on my chalkboard to further solidify this next  year of my life. It says… “What if everything went right?”

And somewhere in the middle of all that, and the everyday regular Monday conference calls of planning and work and to do lists, I thought of my Mama Sling. 

My birthday is really “her” day in so many ways. I have spent most of my life intoxicated with the idea that my birthday is all about me, you know the candles, the wishes, the presents. But really, I can’t imagine what she went through on that day. A day of birth that was really about her dreams, full of anticipation and doctors, of plans and preparation for herself as a mother and the baby she carried for nine months to ultimately usher into this world with a bang. I broke her tailbone.

I wish I could hear her tell me the story all over again about the day I was born. This time I would listen and and hear it from her perspective, see it through her eyes, and appreciate the life that she created for me. And then, of course, I might ask her to braid my hair.

Because in those moments, everything went right. And there’s something I know that is beyond true:  the more we focus on that which is right the more we receive it.

So here’s to a year of everything going right.
What if?  

More tomorrow. 

 {what if everything went right with you?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 25 :: birthday eve #yougotthis

25 Jan
It’s my birthday eve. So this weekend I treated myself to some of the things that bring me bliss, all in prep for the birthday “day” (which being on a Monday makes it somewhat of a, well, not a Friday).

Some of my favorite moments: 
– Spa!
– Hair!
– Nails!
– Mocha!
– Chinese Take Out!
– Movie!
– Justin’s homemade dinner!

But I have to admit, I feel pretty neutral about this birthday. Maybe because it’s hard to beat the surprise party my besties threw last year that left me in total shock. And in an absolute bubble of love. Good thing too. Less than a month later I was diagnosed with a lump in my left breast and ushered into my 40th year with a handful of surgeries.

So this year, I’m celebrating The Big Day by trying to enjoy the everyday.  Like taking a second away from my phone and email to make a moment for day dreaming at the spa. Like noticing how soft my hair was after a new cut and color, each strand tamed and silky smooth. Like marveling at the way the Chinese Take Out box was perfectly stacked as not to spill on the way home.

I even had a deep belly laugh at the message on top of my coffee cup this weekend, as it reflected back to me the words, “You Got This” since that was my mantra last year.

Because if there is one truth I am understanding more and more with age, it’s that turning a year older is a privilege, not a right (thank you DMV manual for that nugget of wisdom!). 

It’s interesting…. the things that bring me bliss are getting more simple each year. 

But some things never change. Tonight I am breathing deeply to reflect on the incredible appreciation I have for lifelong soul mates, new adventures, and old friends. Here’s to another year.

It’s a privilege.
And a pleasure.

More tomorrow. 

 {what are your simple pleasures?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 24 :: spa bliss

24 Jan
If a dog is Man’s Best Friend then the spa just might be a girls. Or mine. Okay, I can’t choose, I love our pups more than a spa … but sometimes a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

Spa Day!

Today my hairdresser had extra time so she styled my hair. I cannot tell you the last time I sat to have my hair styled …. STYLED with a curling iron.  It sort of felt like a teenage version of myself getting ready to go to the Prom.  As I left the spa in a cloud of hairspray I felt my bubble burst. My hair was way to prettified to go home. 

Going home felt like such a boring answer to my glorified styled up hairdo. Ironically as I drove myself through the familiar streets on my boring path home, there was an NPR program dedicated to power of boredom.

The program was all about boredom and how it literally doesn’t exist anymore. The death of boredom as we knew begins at the first hint of our minds screeching to a halt because we grab the cell phone in our purse and find something to occupy the minds.

Which is a brilliance killer. Apparently boredom bears brilliance or at least leads to more creativity.  Now that’s something to ponder (when you’re not looking at your phone!).

As I arrived home with my curled up  hair I realized one of the reasons why I love going to the spa. It’s a break. It’s a moment when I can’t be disturbed. While my head is in the sink or under the hot lamps my mind lets go and drifts to something it hasn’t had time for …day dreaming.

So maybe daydreaming is part of the path to bliss?
Hold the phone. Let me think about that. 

More tomorrow. 

 {do you have time to daydream?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 23 :: bliss is better than stress

23 Jan
I’m closing out my work week. It’s been a stressful week (thank you DMV) but I’m ready for the weekend and a little relaxation to arrive. I have to say, it’s been a good reminder for me to choose bliss over stress.

The challenge is to remember that in the moment.

More tomorrow.

 {what do you choose?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 22 :: coming back from failure

22 Jan
The good news: I passed my drivers knowledge test today.
The bad news: It was tricky.

I was sweating as it came down to the final three questions. I answered the last question correctly after sitting in my chair looking at the screen trying to differentiate the subtle nuances between answers A or B.  A or B? A or B?  They were so similar, it made my head hurt.

I mean, seriously, does the drivers knowledge test need to be quite so tricky? It’s not a college entrance exam. The Drivers Manual is mostly cold, hard facts, much of which you have to absorb in the real world, on real roads, behind a real steering wheel and make a decision in a matter of split seconds.

But enough of my complaining…. I passed!

There were many who didn’t. As I stood in line waiting for my photo to be taken I overheard a mother scold her son on the way out of the DMV. “No XBOX for you until you pass this test.”

Part of me wanted to tell her that the test wasn’t so easy. Then part of me realized that maybe it’s a good thing the test isn’t a piece of cake. As the manual says, “driving is not a right, it is a privileged.”

And that’s a privilege I am thankful for.
Oh bliss!

More tomorrow.

 {what privilege are you thankful for?}
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