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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  :: DAY 49 strength

19 Feb

And Hope. 

 

Sitting in our nation’s capital is a powerful reminder to me. I am reminded of many things, some I learned in school, some I learned through the school of life, some I learned through my college roommates who have become lifelong friends.

But mostly, I am reminded that we are all woven together, through a fabric of ideas, hope, optimism, and strength. And that’s the kind of kindness that is meant to be passed on and passed down through all forms of life.

Even twenty years later, as we have aged, and grown, and changed, I hold dear the ideas, hope and optimism I find in knowing I have friends. Those who support and give me strength because they know me, they see me and together we honor all that we each have together, and separate.

Indeed, that may be the very best form of kindness.

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie

{strength?}
#lovemore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 262 :: PJ moments

24 Sep

 

Bliss moment of the day: comfy pajamas.

I don’t know if it’s thoughts of Christmas morning…
Or snuggling under the covers…
Maybe it’s the comfort from Mama Sling when I was a child sick in bed…
Or pillow fights from teenage pajama parties…
Possibly going to class in college with only a care for comfort…
Or sleeping in on Saturday mornings…

Whatever it is …. I LOVE MY PAJAMAS!

So tonight, I end this day with a thought of PJ’s.
And there seems to be promise in that.

More tomorrow.

Lovemore, 
Jamie
{night night?}
#lovemoredomore

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 50 :: art challenge part 2

19 Feb
As part of this Art Challenge, I think I’m supposed to post and share some art. So today I am actually posting real art. Or at least it was from a real art class in college.

The best part of this art piece is the hidden meaning. It’s titled ENO.

ENO is actually from college. In the middle of an art class I was trying to make a powerful statement about women and the power of ONE. But, what I learned was the power of a screen printing press.

I’m sure you’ve already spotted the issue. ONE became ENO in the screen printing process. It made for a good laugh, and then a really good t-shirt with a hidden meaning for my college friends. I gave the original print to by bestie Laura. She graciously displayed it on a wall in her house for a very long time.

So tonight, I give you THE POWER OF ENO. Sometimes the power of one is more elusive than you know. But then again, doesn’t the best art alway have a secret meaning?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

  {feel the power of one?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 314 :: best future moments

12 Nov

I find the story of people’s lives fascinating. The paths they take, the turns, the twists, where they end up, what happens next. I am always amused by the ironic, serendipitous, just-in-time-moments, and the OMG you won’t believe what happened next.

So I was intrigued when Justin told me about Justine Bateman’s blog:  and her return to college life at age 48. Back to school to be a computer programmer. 

It inspires me in a never give up sort of way. It’s also a great reminder that our next great performance is just around the corner.

Our best moments can always be our future moments.
As long as we stay in the game.
Or school!

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

 

 {what will you do next?}

Day 315: lovemore monday :: an open letter to the young woman in starbucks

12 Nov

As you know, I entered this year determined to be fearless. But, I don’t want more fear or less in my life.  I want more love.  So I made up a new word, lovemore!   That’s why Lovemore Mondays are here.

Today’s Lovemore Monday is a letter.

In fact, this is an open letter to the young woman sitting next to me at Starbucks tonight.

Dear beautiful, young woman:

I want you to know this:
You are more than the captain of your soccer team,
student government leader,
academic all star…

“Do you want to be a big fish in small pond or a small fish in a big pond?”

I cringed when the man interviewing you for college asked you this question — and so many other questions that just don’t seem to matter in life.

Like….
“How will you differentiate yourself?”

Please.

I wanted to grab a hard-backed Starbucks chair, run over to your table and plop down right next to you.

To his silly, antiquated questions, I wanted to sing:

What do you totally, absolutely love?
What do you love to do in your spare time?
What flips you out?
What makes you cringe?
What humongous, crazy, totally outlandish, big, fat, wild dream do you have for yourself?

What makes you, YOU?
What will you never, ever, give up because you love it so much?
What makes you want to dance? sing? run? laugh until your sides hurt?

No matter where you go to college, no matter what school or club you go to, get kicked out of or never fit into…

You have YOU.
And that, my dear, is the most precious gift of all.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Oh, yeah… and one more thing:

No matter what college accepts you — follow your heart.

All my best wishes for a fantastic life,

From The Stranger Who Believes In You

P.S. You can do anything.

Day 83: f*ing friday :: fire it up

23 Mar

It’s F*ing Friday!
I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Free Food. 

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Fire it up.

As in, passion.

Tonight, I led a Women on Fire Tea at Cottey College.

It was significant for me because it my first time leading a Women on Fire Tea.

But, even MORE significant is the fact that the tea was for young women at my alma mater, Cottey College.

I am so impressed with and on fire about these young women.

Tonight’s tea was dedicated to Debbie Phillips ~ the founder of Women on Fire ~ who was also leading a tea in New York City at the exact same time we gathered around our table in Nevada, Missouri.

And, I think that’s the special magic of being a Woman on Fire.
To be connected, over years, miles and a mission.
To share dreams, passions, goals, yearnings and unfounded joy.
To weep, laugh and cry.
To honor and applaud each other as we all take the next step – together.

It’s somewhat ironic to me that the room where we gathered tonight was in a building called the Women’s Leadership Center.

But, it’s no surprise that floating above, throughout the entire night, shining towards us all, was a sparkling, colorful, glowing…

BUTTERFLY.
May we all help each other grow wings, fire it up and fly. 

Day 215: another chip off the old block

3 Aug

You’ve. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.
I am pouting.  I am officially sullen, droopy and sad.

My tooth chipped again!
I can’t believe it.  On one hand, I feel silly for even caring, on the other, I feel ugly and forever marred.

Part of me feels embarrassed for going on and on about my pretty new tooth, all fixed up, straight-edged and white.  It’s as if I asked for this, as if I cared too much about how I looked, as if, somebody, somewhere is making their point.

Well, I am listening.  I hear you.
Can YOU HEAR ME universe/god/higher being/person out there pulling my puppet strings?

As I sit here, AGAIN, with a chipped front tooth, experiencing a feeling worse than déjà vu, I can’t help but remember another time I felt this way —- Read: put in her place.

I was in college, at Cottey College, just finishing my Freshman year, and had just scooped up a litany of honors at the end-of-year awards ceremony.  I was riding on Cloud Nine, basking in the glow of my own achievements (and larger-than-life head).

Just as I extended my hand to shake the college president’s hand, and just as she was congratulating me on my accomplishments, I felt a wetness on my arm.  I looked down, and there, sitting on my forearm, was a deposit from above.  Yes, a bird deposit.  Some aviary messenger decided to drop by and show me just how human I was, right there, right in front of the president.

I mean, what are the chances of that?
The timing alone is a pretty impressive feat to carry off, let alone a direct hit to MY arm.  My extended arm.  I could have moved an inch and it would have missed me.

Message Received ~ tone down your ego dear high and mighty one.

So, as I sit here tonight, with a chip on my shoulder and my tooth, I can’t help but feel totally silly for being so bummed out by my broken smile.  But, I am.  I have to be honest.

And, while pouting won’t fix my broken tooth, it does in a strange way feel good to my sorry head.  Tomorrow, I call the dentist (the sweetest dentist in the world).  Again.

Until then, I am reminded of something Mama Sling always said:
It matters not what’s on the outside.
It’s what’s on the inside that counts.

And, that’s good enough for my head tonight.

Day 24: age 17

24 Jan

Over the next few days, leading up to my 37th birthday, I am reflecting and writing my younger self a few notes.

Today, age seventeen.
What would you say to your 17-year-old self?

Dear Jamie, Age 17

This is going to be an amazing and defining year. That is all I can reveal, but I will say this: lean into everything with a positive attitude.

So, you’ve never been kissed.
It’s totally okay. Keep waiting for the right one to show up in your life. He will arrive at the perfect moment, he will become your best friend, and he will show you new and wonderful aspects of life. It will happen, very, very soon!

(Don’t bother searching for him because you don’t even know who he is yet).

College and the real world.
I’ve got news for you, as shocking as it may sound, college isn’t the real world. I know everyone around you keeps calling it that, but it’s not. It is actually better than the real world.

You won’t have to cook or clean, you will meet incredibly different and interesting people, you will have days where you sleep until 11am, and you will develop a strong sense of purpose.

Of course you will learn a lot too. Some lessons from text books, others from just being there. The best part is, you will collect some people who aren’t just friends, they will become more like sisters. Hold on to your sisters.

Keep dreaming.
It’s okay to dream. You are still a baby! (I mean that in the most appreciative way). Don’t box yourself in, there is much to explore, experience and do.  Keep dreaming up new and wacky adventures.

And remember this:
When one door closes, sometimes there is a window left open. When someone disappears from your life, they will still be with you in new and different ways.

When you need supportive friends, they will show up. When confusion and fear are overwhelming, you will have exactly what you need, when you need it. Even through the really scary stuff, you will persevere.

Love,
Jamie, Age 36

P.S. Stop hiding Slim Fast under the bathroom sink. You are amazing, just the way you are, right now.

P.P.S. I am really proud of you. You have had a lot of incredible experiences like being Girls State Governor and playing Varsity Basketball, but it doesn’t compare to what you are going to do, see, experience. So take a deep breathe and keep your eyes open — your life is just starting.

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