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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…



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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY :: 248 fuzzy pajamas

11 Sep

Day 248: Gentle.

It’s Sunday night. The laundry is done. Football is over. And a new week begins tomorrow.

I have been hearing the message to “be gentle” with myself, after travel and travel and travel. And I have to say, that feels good. So I am wrapped in fuzzy pajamas, with fuzzy slippers ready to retire this week behind me.

And start anew tomorrow.

More tomorrow.

{be gentle}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 243 back in the saddle

6 Sep

Day 243: Falling back in.

I’m back in the saddle here, vacation is over. And it seems, everyone else is too. I LOVE all the back to school photos on Facebook and Social Media from friends far and wide.

Fall seems to have its own brand of magic leading us up and into the holidays which are just around the corner. But first… there is football.

And today, I joined my first Fantasy Football League Draft. Yes… this happened:

Doesn’t it seem ironic that in this year of YOGA I would be doubling down on football? Maybe. Or maybe not.

In a way, I think a little fantasy football may be the ticket to becoming “one” with my other half… and possibly finally understanding half of what he’s saying in the months between October and February.

You know, just half the year. Each year. Every year.

Or, maybe it will be a complete disaster and I will make an enormous fool out of myself in front of friends and family across the country on game day and during holidays. How exciting. Anything is possible.

If it all goes downward dog I will return to meditation. And prayer.
As in, Oh dear lord please complete that pass!

Or maybe not. Maybe I will be as cool as an “ignorance is bliss” cucumber.
We. Will. See.

More tomorrow.


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 16 :: yoga and football

16 Jan

Day 16. Milestone moments.

Yesterday I spoke about my “aha moment” realizing I thought yoga was a sport. And today I watched one play out before me. What a game.

I missed the Pats game while on a plane (which was fine with me, I was a bit too nervous to watch live and I was off to see my bestie!!!) but we caught the Green Bay game once I touched down — and wow. That was worth staying up for. Amazing what a few seconds can do. Incredible what the toss of a coin can lead to…

…and I have to admit, it’s still hard for me to watch grown men almost cry after a loss. Even when it’s just a game. Maybe it stirs something inside of all of us – that feeling of almost victory, of so close you can taste it, of wanting it so bad.

And so, tonight’s yoga was a short one after all those games but a milestone moment for me. Team of one. I led myself through my own yoga routine. First. Time. Ever.

Seems small in some ways. Galactic in others. Because sometimes it’s more difficult to lead yourself than it is to follow someone else.

Leading, I try.
Learning, I am.
Go team.

More tomorrow.

{going up?}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 250 :: sunday, football, sunday

7 Sep

Fall is officially here. Well at least football is. And that makes somebody I live with VERY happy.

It also makes me think about the game of peak performance. Strategies. Training. Game Day. Rinse. Repeat.

Peak performance is an every single day thing. Not just a Sunday ritual. (Although the Sunday thing makes it worth it).

As my high school coach would say — “Practice Makes Permanent.”

Are you ready for some football?

More tomorrow. 


 {what does peak performance mean to you?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 257 :: what team do you root for?

16 Sep

I am still learning where I am in this world. 
Namely, the west coast.

Here are a few new things I have learned since going back WESTWARD.

In two words:  Russell. Wilson.
After I learned more about this west coast household name I made the mistake of saying, “So he’s like the west coast version of Tom Brady?”

Note: It is not considered proper etiquette to compare east coast celebrity quarterbacks to west coast ones. You can thank me later.

The second thing I have learned: Football is like BRUNCH time over here. No 1AM overtime huddles on this side of the country. It starts EARLY… like before noon.

And finally, when it comes to the west coast, there are no New England Patriots games or Red Sox highlights. I did however find a hookup online at ESPN website last week.

We were able to catch the final moments of the real Tom Brady.
You know, the east coast version of Russell Wilson.

One thing is for sure, east or west, it’s football season across the country.

What team do you root for?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}

{what team do you root for?}

Day 252: what do you love?

9 Sep

Patriots Fans.

Tonight Justin informed me that if I were a Giants fan he wouldn’t date me.

“Really!?” I explained exasperated. “I don’t believe you.”

He just shook his head like I didn’t quite understand.

“You mean to tell me that if I had told you I was a Giants fan when we first started talking to each other you wouldn’t DATE me?  Just based off of that one piece of information?”

“Yes.” He wholeheartedly agreed. It seems easy for him to say now, knowing that I AM a Patriots fan. But, as I look at our dogs, all in Patriots gear on the season opener, I’m pretty sure he is serious.

Whether it is true or not, I have to respect that level of love for a cause, a team, a commitment.

It’s more than being a supporter, or a fan, or a loyal follower.

I think it’s pure love. And, it makes me wonder…
What do I love that much?

What do you love?

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