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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 295 :: kind & relaxing

22 Oct
{Gilmore Girls}

Today was my lazy day. I ended up doing more than planned, and I have to say, that feels productive. And kind. Something about underpromising and overdelivering (even if only to my psyche!).

To cap it all off, I have decided to catch up with the girls – the Gilmore Girls.

Somehow I missed this show. It must have landed in my hectic, crazy busy years. But I have to say, it is fun to catch up on a time that already seems so far away. Slower pace. Small town charm.

And yet, the coffee addiction feels the same. This may be the sole TV character closest to my own coffee passion. Ironically, in this year of kindness, I have (again) given up coffee.

I am starting to think of it as a hiatus. Coffee is just on sabbatical. Feels better that way. And, it’s probably closer to the truth. I’m sure I will rebound at some date in the future. Until then, I will enjoy Lorelai Gilmore’s coffee addiction on screen as I get caught up on a decade I apparently missed.

And somehow, that seems kind.

More tomorrow…


{be kind to yourself}

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Day 154: f*ing friday :: folgers

14 Oct

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Feature Film.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, good to the last drop.

Actually, I think that’s the Maxwell House tag line.

Whatever.  Close enough.  Both are grocery store coffee.  Which is still coffee.
And, today, that’s exactly what I had.

As Debbie and I boarded the boat to America (a.k.a. the ferry to Woods Hole) I sheepishly grinned and announced on this dreary, rainy day — “I think I want some coffee.”

So I allowed myself to break my almost one-week streak of no coffee.

And, really, even though I’m pouting in the photo above, I don’t think it was a weak moment in my one-week streak, because I promised to be gentle with myself and take this coffee habit break slowly.

I mean, over five days in a row without coffee?
After a summer of living on it to get me out of bed?
I think it’s okay to have a few sips on a rainy October day.

My body did too.
Surprisingly, while the coffee tasted good, I didn’t need very much to satiate my taste buds.  I only drank half a cup — of a SMALL cup.  Which for me, well …that’s progress in the right direction.

Because it was f*ing good.
And, I didn’t want to finish to the last drop.

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