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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 103 :: easter kindness

16 Apr

Sunshine.

He has risen! And when I say he, I mean the SUN.
It’s been a long winter.

Yet on this Easter Sunday, along with amazing food, family, and some outdoor fun, we had the grace and warmth of the Sun. The flowers were in full bloom too.

And, that may be the best kind of kindness.
Appreciation. Appreciating the everyday miracles around us.
Let the sun shine.

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie

{sun}
#lovemore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 365 bliss round up

31 Dec

Today’s bliss…365 days.

It’s that time of year. The last day of the year. Day 365 of this promise and the Year of 2015. And it has me reflecting on what has been and what is to come.

In this year of following my BLISS I have discovered a thing or two. But maybe nothing more important than importance of family in our lives. From heading home to be with my father during his surgery to moving our lives closer to the two little girls that we adore (while they are still little) – it has been a year of reconnection and clarity on the things that are most important in life.

I never could have guessed that the road of 2015 would have led me here. But that is BLISS wrapped up in a nutshell with a ribbon tied on top. In short: knowing what is most important and then doing something about it to make sure you experience it, soak it up and, well, smell the roses.

This year has taught me something else too. Bliss is up to us.

Just this week I had a moment of understanding, a total knowing, of what that means, on the eve of 2016 rounding the corner and 2015 wrapping up. In the eleventh hour really. Right before the party of 2015 wrapped, I had a sense that BLISS is really just up to us. The pressure, the stress, the agony of any moment, or the peaceful bliss of it is a choice. One we make every second of our lives.

I call it being “Peacefully Engaged.” It is the intersection of getting shit done and, at the same time, enjoying the process. Without the pressure. Stress. Agony. Pain. It is being in the BLISSFUL FLOW of it all.

Of course, the hard part is remembering that. I wish I had the key to that door. And while I do not, I have seen it. I have peaked inside. I have a whiff of it, have tasted it. I know it exists.

So maybe, dear 2015, you have really just been a tease. A taste of what can be, of what can happen, of what is available to us all. And that’s where I’m counting on YOU, dear 2016, to set a new pace. One of even more love, more do, more moments, more memories and more bliss than we can imagine.

And I know that starts with me and my new promise. Tomorrow kicks off a new year, and 525,600 more minutes to make new choices.

What will you choose?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{happy new year}
#lovemoredomore

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 264 :: hgtv bliss

26 Sep
I’m sitting here watching HGTV with my cousin, Amy.

And watching HGTV is a perfectly fun outlet for me. Almost blissful really. It’s like playing house vicariously through other people. Which reminds me of playing with my Barbies as a little girl. Something Amy and I would do together all the time.

As little girls, we even packed all our Barbie clothes for a big family vacation in one suitcase, and our clothes in another suitcase. It was a solid plan, to save room and to be able to take all the Barbie accessories we would need on the road. It was a great plan, until we forgot one of the suitcases. The one with our clothing in it.

We had to borrow clothing from family and friends, everyone pitched in so we could have a change of clothing on the trip. The hardest part was finding a bathing suit (especially for my height and long legs) which we both ended up borrowing from others. I know, “gross” is exactly what I”m thinking now too… but back then it was incredibly important to go to the Hydrotube with all the other kids and we would have done anything to tag along.

Including wearing my first two-piece suit. Borrowed from another cousin’s friend. I thought it was pretty fashionable in a cool, older girl sort of way. My father on the other hand thought he was going to have a heart attack at the thought of me walking around a public pool in a bikini years more mature than my pre-teen age.

And that, tonight, along with Amy’s laughter over the memory of it all, brings me more bliss that you can imagine. Family memories. Our childhood packing faux pas. Especially on the eve that head home to be with my father for his surgery.

And that reminds me…
Family is bliss…. in memories, in laughter, in togetherness and in so many more important ways.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore, 
Jamie
{family time}
#lovemoredomore

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 159 :: it was a good day

13 Jun
Bliss is….

a day with family..
on the water…
with ocean, bridges and bald eagles…
ice cream…BBQ, wine, cheese, a human pyramid
and a little silliness!


It was a good day. Bliss-full-ness!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore, 
Jamie

  {all is well}
#lovemoredomore

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 18 :: pats-tastic bliss

18 Jan
So….. that was a day full of football. And some serious bliss (and panic) inducing games, especially if you are a Seahawks fan. Over here we are in Patriot bliss! That game was Pats-tastic! Holy Patrimony!

Ironically we are Patriots fans living in Seahawks territory who happen to be related to some serious “Hawks” fans. (Every time they talk about the 12th man I think they are referring to Tom Brady.)

Tonight, when we shared both of our teams victory over the phone, Justin tried to get his little niece to say “Go Pats!” and he promised that he would say, “Go Hawks!”  Being a young Seahawks fan and a smart little cookie her response was, “You go first.”

As Vince Lombardi said, “People who work together will win.”

So bring on this family splitting Superbowl Sunday. At least we have a few weeks to prepare, and tease, and root on Number 12 …. Tom Brady that is!

Go Pats. 

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

 {what team brings you bliss?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 353 :: beautiful life

22 Dec

Peak performance moment of the day: seeing my Great Aunt Beulah.

She’s ninety-five years old. Which is AMAZING to me. She’s still beautiful. Loving. And so special.

As my grandfather’s only living sister she has outlived them all.

I’m not sure Aunt B remembered me today, or even me as the little girl who collected golf balls in her backyard off the tenth tee of the golf course that was her backyard. But it doesn’t matter, because I remember her. 

And today,  I loved holding Aunt B’s frail hand as she grasped onto mine. It wasn’t so much what we said to each other, it was more about holding a moment together in our hands, as her fingers gripped mine. I didn’t want to let go and it felt like she didn’t either. 

Which brings me back to peak performance and living a long, beautiful life.
Ninety-five years old never looked so beautiful to me. 

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

 

 {what was your peak performance moment of the day?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 344 :: let’s not forget we’re alive

14 Dec

We lost my Aunt Denita today.

I love my Aunties. All of them. They were like a circle of fairy godmothers holding my up, watching me grow up, lifting me up through my teens.

As if each had a little magic wand to teach me something special.
Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo.

They are so engrained inside of me. And today one died. As the phone calls came in and the news circled around the family, I felt a sadness circling me too. One of my fairy godmothers is gone.

As we wait to hear when the funeral will be, so we can make plans to gather up as families do, I am struck with a reminder of peak performance. It’s in the form of a song that came piping through my Spotify soundtrack tonight. Ironically it’s called Beautiful Day.

“When we all come together
this song will play
we’ll sing it’s a beautiful day
it’s gonna be a beautiful day. 

Oh, oh, my, my,
I’m learning to fly.
Hey, hey what’s that you say,
let’s not forget we’re alive.”

Peak Performance moment of the day:  Let’s not forget we’re alive.

Love you Aunt Denita.
Love you Aunties. All of you.
Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo.

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

 

 {dedicated to all my aunties}

2014 BLOG – DAY 78 :: engage your core

19 Mar

There is one proven way to make yoga more intense. Turn up the temp, make it hot and sweat a lot.

I am a fan of hot yoga and I was thrilled to find a new hot yoga offering at our gym. I was beyond thrilled.

So yesterday, after receiving my latest diagnosis, I went directly to a hot yoga class. I wanted to sweat it all out: the stress, the disappointment, the sadness, the shock of another surgery.

What I didn’t realize was I needed to be realigned.

The entire class was all about alignment. And since there were only two of us in attendance, the class was an intense practice of hands on realignment and repositioning.

Foot here. Hip forward. Toes up. Heart forward. Lift up the ribs. Sink into your buttocks. Move left. More forward. Dip. Bend more. Sink less.

And then I learned a phrase that hasn’t left my mind since: engage your core. 

As I squeezed in my stomach to engage the proper abdominal muscles, and then more, and then more, more, more as I engaged my core, I realized something profound.

Everything was easier. And more intense.

With each move the instructor remind me to engage my core. After hearing it a few times I realized the significance of the phrase.

Engage your core. 

It hit me on a much deeper level than the sore tummy muscles I woke up with today from yesterday’s hot yoga alignment.

Engage your core. 

Today, when friends called me to wish me well and to remind me that my latest diagnosis indeed SUCKS.

Engage your core. 

Receiving encouraging notes on Facebook from people I love and adore.

Engage your core. 

This morning, while on a conference call discussing strategy with four incredibly talented women who are rocking it in the business world.

Engage your core. 

This afternoon, when I talked with my Thyroid Surgeon who took such great care of me last fall and tonight promised to help me find the perfect surgeon for this next journey.

Engage your core. 

Connecting with my family and Justin’s family.

Engage your core. 

Finally, tonight, when Justin slipped and told me that he emailed all my friends and asked them to reach out to me to keep me occupied (instead of Googling a diagnosis).

Engage your core.
Indeed.

I think it’s a recipe for peak performance across the board. And it’s a reminder to me that everything is easier when you engage your core.

It’s more intense, it will make you sweat, but it makes everything easier.
All it takes is a tiny realignment.

Engage your core. 

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{who is your core?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 338 :: gift wrapping

4 Dec

 

Today marks the first official holiday “wrap.” 

Even as I taped and folded the bright silver paper I was reminded that gifts come in many forms.


Tomorrow we drive to Seattle, for a little family time and a big concert.
We will also take some Christmas gifts to hand deliver before the holidays.

But the best gift of all will being seeing family.
It is the biggest reason why we moved to the West Coast.

And the best gift too.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless!}
Jamie

{what is your gift of the season?}

GIFT DAY 039: listen to your gut:: and then we fled

8 Feb

I woke up this morning with a stomach ache. 

And I know my body too well to ignore what that means.

My stomach hurts when my intuition kicks in.

It’s my body’s way of telling me to listen to my gut.
And believe me, there have been too many times in my life that I have not listened to my gut.

Each time I ignored the warning signs I ended up in a mess.

After walking the dogs this morning and seeing neighbors board up windows, and not being able to ignore the pain in my stomach, I panicked about staying in the beach house for the impending Winter Storm Nemo.

nemo
“Panic” makes it sound much prettier than it was — in reality — I threw a full-on tantrum, packed a bag and demanded to be driven to the train station. Then I cried.

I’m not proud of my behavior, but I am owning it publicly.

Well, actually, let me restate that — I am proud of some of my behavior — the part where I listened to my gut and spoke up {read: threw a hissy fit} for it.

So maybe I changed my mind.

And, sure, this storm could pass without a worry. It probably won’t be the storm of the century …but maybe it will be.

And I don’t want to be sitting on the edge of the ocean watching it unfold.

Neither does my stomach.

As we left the house our neighbor walked out and said, “So you’re bailing?”

I looked at him and said, “Yes,” and told him we were going inland.

To that he said, “That’s the worst part of the snow.” 

Then he told me he was moving his car a mile inland because of the potential flooding.

I looked at him and realized I could never explain how I felt — my stomach was aching and I wanted to be on higher land. Just then I realized the only difference between us is that we have different comfort zones.

I would rather be in snow.

snow shovel, jamie eslinger, the promise 365, the promise daily

So now we are safely inland, tucked away with family.

The dogs are in the kennel probably chewing on a steak bone and running circles around each other.

One thing is for certain… we will have an ABUNDANCE of snow by tomorrow morning!

And, I, for one, am content to be snowed in under three feet of snow instead of 20 foot waves from ocean salt water.

The irony of it all?
The whole time I was panicking and carrying on, I was wearing my Lovemore+Fearless T-shirt.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{Does your gut talk to you? Share in the comments section below.}

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