JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 28 :: puppy joy

28 Jan
{is there anything better}

I met this little angel today… 10 weeks old! She was recently adopted by my friend and this pup couldn’t be cuter if you tied a bow on her head.

Ah… the joy of puppies.

I’m not sure why puppies are so adorable. But I do know this, they fill me with happiness and there couldn’t be anything better on a rainy day.

Puppy joy… now that’s something that someone should bottle. It’s like the secret sauce to a happy life.  Maybe that is mostly because it lasts for a few months, only a few moments in the whole scheme of life.

Maybe that’s another secret to this whole joy promise?
Enjoying the process. No matter what stage you’re in.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{puppy joy}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 27 :: joy, oh, joy

27 Jan
{finger crocheting}

In the category of things that bring me joy…. there is this. Finger crocheting. That’s right. Thick yarn. So soft. So big and chunky. I’m pretty sure I’m doing it all wrong. I’m pretty positive that I have already messed it up. And I am confident that my corners and turn are downright uneven.

But I still love it. And it brings me joy.

Maybe that’s the whole point.
More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{en-joying}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 26 :: oh, joy, oh, birthday

26 Jan
{fun adventures}

Ah, birthdays. How I love thee. So much so I took the day off ….just to play!

Today was an adventure, a joy ride of sorts. After pampering myself at the salon I decided to go for a surprise adventure. Down a road, any road. And then Chuckanut Drive was right in front of me. So I took it.

With sweeping views of the bay.


And places to pull off the road to take photos and paths to walk.

Then I found myself in a little, tiny town called Edison. Oh, Edison, you are so quaint.

With yummy foods to eat!

The only problem was, after ordering my meal I was informed the cafe only took cash — or checks. Cash or checks? I usually have none of these things in my purse. Bank cards, yes. But cash? I had to check.

I scrounged through my wallet and pulled out six dollars. I was ten dollars short of a meal. And I was on my surprise adventure so I didn’t even think to bring my checkbook. It sat in my desk all the way back home.

“You can just mail us a check.” The beautiful young lady said to me with a smile.

“Mail?” I repeated. “Like …send you a check in the mail?”

“Yes!” She smiled and wrote the cafe’s address on the back of my receipt. “You’re good for it.”

Wow. What a birthday gift I thought to myself.
And then I thought… where am I?

This level of trust never happens in our modern world. Did Chuckanut Drive whisk me down a time machine portal and plant me back in the 1950’s? To a little town that still accepted cash and CHECKS. To a store clerk that just shrugged it off with an I.O.U. handshake for a future check to be sent via SNAIL MAIL?

As I ate my avocado toast (which tasted simply divine) I counted my lucky stars and the minutes on the clock before the cafe closed. I was the last customer they would serve on this day.

Then I popped across the street to another artful adventure. A yarn studio.

Actually, I’m not really sure what to call it — but it was artful and beautiful and all made of yarns and silks. With my newfound joy of crocheting, I asked the artist all about her yarns and was mesmerized by the process.

We compared notes on yarn and I told her about the “finger” crochet blanket I am attempting. We laughed about the insatiable, irresistible pull a skein of yarn can have on one’s heart. And the need to finish just …One. More. Row.

Then she hugged me goodbye. She hugged me. Physically hugged me. And I hugged her back. What a surprising little store and friend to make over the beauty of art.

She told me to stop at the bread store before leaving town. So I did. Afterall, she hugged me. I trusted her advice. And she said that this store had the best bread in the entire state of Washington.

The bread store was also a quaint throwback to a simpler time. Packed with cookies and pastries and loaves of bread with an open bakery to watch all the action behind it all. I picked up a gluten-free treat and headed to the counter to check out.

As I stood in line I saw a sign that said, “Cash or Check Only.”
Seriously? With all my cash gone and an I.O.U. already in my wallet, I put my cookie back on the shelf. Saving it for another day.

As I left the little town of Edison, I stumbled upon a Blueberry patch.

And a crop of birds!

But the best part of the day, and my adventure was coming home. To a dinner out with Justin and a surprise dessert tray delivered by our waiter.

It included a little white box and two cards.
The first card was from Pup and Brady (of course!)
And the second was from Justin.

The white box contained a jewelry box and these gorgeous, one-of-a-kind earrings. Which is the best complement to a flourless chocolate torte that a girl could ask for!

All in all, the day was more than a joy ride. It was a surprise joy ride.
And aren’t those the best kind?

Just like life is, really.
We may never know what’s around the next turn, but with a few hugs and maybe an I.O.U. here and there, we can make it through with flying colors.

And, of course, tons of joy.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy ride}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 25 :: for the joy of it

25 Jan
{don’t stop}

I received this in the mail from Smith College. It’s a little token of thanks for the recent webinar where I shared my story and everything I have learned over this promise (in its 8th year!).

The magnet couldn’t be more perfect. I haven’t stopped blogging since the day I started. Mostly because it continues to propel me forward, teach me more than I ever could have imagined, and surprise me every single year.

The bottom line is…it brings me joy.

There is joy in that — even in the everyday slog, the days where I have nothing to say and the moments where it feels like I have nothing to share. Mostly because those days add up to weeks and then months, and then seasons. And each season has a lesson. Each year has a reason. But I wouldn’t see it if I didn’t show up – every single day.

Want to find your joy? As a little magnet I know says…
Don’t stop working for it. 

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joyfullness}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 24 :: joy is a choice

24 Jan
{i choose you}

Joy is getting to me. Literally, to my head. Ever since making this promise, I’ve been thinking about JOY and what it is, wants to be, has the potential to be in my everyday life.

Joy is whispering to me, tapping me on my shoulder and reminding me that she is a choice. A CHOICE! Imagine that. It’s like the most inexpensive, free, gift that keeps giving.

Joy is a choice. So, now I choose. Not that I haven’t chosen joy before, it’s just never been this top of mind. But now that it is, I really have to choose. Because I know it’s a choice.

What about you?

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{choose joy}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 23 :: joy of crocheting

23 Jan
{oh hobby}

So, this is growing and getting bigger and bigger by the day. My newfound love of yarn is becoming insatiable.

It’s the joy of a hobby. I love how soft the yarn is and how easily my fingers stitch it together (after some practice and a lot of mistakes). The yarn just goes where it is supposed to without me telling it what to do. My fingers lead the way.

It has me thinking about joy – and the joy of a mindless hobby. It’s amazing how much energy a hobby can return to you, like the gift that keeps on giving. There is no pressure, no competition, no stress, no expectation.

Just pure joy.
And isn’t that how life should be?!

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{hobby time}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 22 :: spring is coming

22 Jan
{bloom}

On my walk to the mailbox today I had a total epiphany … spring is coming! It brings me so much joy to think that the flowers are coming soon. Soon-ish, anyway. Until then…. I’m thinking and praying….bloom, baby, bloom!

Oh, joy!
More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{bloom}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 21 :: tears of joy

21 Jan
{nail biter}

We woke up in the middle of the night to no power. No electricity, no lights, nothing but darkness.

There was a huge windstorm that blew all over town and blew down trees and then blew out all the power in our neighborhood. I took the dogs out in the darkness. I drove to Starbucks just to get my hands on hot water (for my prescribed morning tea).

On my way home I saw a dog walking down the street and noticed he was hopping along — on three legs. He was missing a leg but it didn’t stop him from hopping along after his owners. He looked as happy as could be. As if he had no clue that dogs usually come with four legs.

It may have been a sign.

The power came back on at  12:00 PM.  The Patriot’s game started at 12:05 PM.  Just. In. Time. But, the tension didn’t stop there.

The Patriots played the first three quarters like a dog with three legs. Hopping along but not quite hitting their stride. It wasn’t until the final two minutes OF THE ENTIRE GAME that we Patriot’s fans could breathe again. The Patriots came from behind for the AFC Championship win but a few of us almost had a heart attack in the process.

Justin, of course, was as cool of cucumber. But when the game was over, I cried. Tears of joy – and possibly some pent up, sitting on the edge of my seat pangs of panic and frustration.

Easy to say on this side of it all – winning in the final minutes. And I think that may be where tears of joy come from… the hope that everything will turn out the way you want.

Oh, Joy – on to the Superbowl!

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy-full}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 20 :: joy ride

20 Jan
{en-joy}

We took the Blue Bug to Seattle today — for a little joy ride. I had my acupuncture appointment and then Jaynane and I headed to the Ballard neighborhood looking for a little joy – and I believe we found it!

In a few consignment stores, a yummy hamburger and a walk around the block. It reminds me that the journey is the adventure, and joy is found in shared moments.

Thank you, Seattle, for bringing us a little joy today.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy ride}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 19 :: the joy of sprouting

19 Jan
{winter joy}

It’s winter. And in the thick of January, I was surprised -and so very excited- to see these little sprouts today. They are pushing their way back up.

They are doing what they do best – finding their way back. It seems effortless. Just looking at the little sprouts take formation and rise up above it all. We don’t see all that goes on underneath the surface, below ground.

I wonder if that is how the inner working of JOY actually works? Simple. Easy. Effortless. Allowing.

Here’s to allowing!

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{oh, joy}
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