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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 186 :: fireworks

4 Jul
{joyful, fun and free}

As the fireworks burst outside my window I am popping with joy. How joyful it is to be free. How joyful it is to have fun. The best combination is fun and free, and free and fun.

Sometimes I think we forgot how to have fun and be free. But a day like today is a good reminder, Independence Day. I spent the day sorting through more stuff. Mostly clothing and shoes, my heart’s desires. I already dropped off six bags at the consignment store and have three more waiting to go.

Not because I don’t love them but because they no longer fit. Most are too small. A few are too big. But mostly, I have a sense that in order to fully walk into a new adventure you have to let go of the old ones.

Believe me, it’s hard for me to do. Clothing whispers to me. My clothing sends surges of memories into every cell of my being — what I wore, what I did,  what I ate, who I met, what happened… and what didn’t happen too. Clothing is a time capsule.

So, to me, it’s like gathering up a bunch of old friends and waving goodbye at port, as they ready to go onto new adventures in places I can only imagine… at the consignment store. And, yet, there is a sense of freedom in that.

It’s a sense of letting go. And letting in the new. It’s a freedom, really. One I’m proud to say I have, the ability to pick up my life and move it to a new place, a different state, a different port. What a beautiful freedom we have in this world.

Many adventures (and I’m sure new clothing) await!
What joy.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 136 :: free joy

14 May
{bloom}

Okay so it’s not technically summer, but the last few days have felt like it.   And, it feels good. Flowers blooming, sunshine shining, bees buzzing. It’s as if the world has woken up.

I have literally watched the leaves grow on the tree outside my window. They were baby sprouts just a week ago, now they are full on leaves the size of my hand. And green. So green!

I love the color of green spring flipping into summer green. It’s that beautiful lime then full dark kale color. It’s like watching Mother Nature’s rainbow this burst of color all around me.

I love it. And it brings me joy. And, biggest bonus ever… it’s FREE!
More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{free joy}
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 JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 162 :: the best kind

3 Jul

Tuesday.

The best kind of Tuesdays are those that feel like Saturdays. I’m not sure that’s anywhere near the point or the meaning of Independence Day, but a free Tuesday in the middle of summer does feel like freedom.

And isn’t that what we are all after anyway?

Freedom of speech, opinion, time, resources, hassles. To live without limits, whether placed upon us or self-imposed. The best kind of freedom is the one that we appreciate.

How kind.

Happy Tuesday.
Happy Fourth.
Happy Freedom.

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie

{free}
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Day 315: f*ing friday :: freedom

11 Nov

TGIF.
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 Fast-lane.

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

As in, home sweet home.

Veterans Day.
My grandfather served in the military.  My father served in the military too.

Cousins and even my sister served.  I did not.  It was never a fit for me.

For one, I really hate being yelled at or told what to do.  And, I’ve seen enough movies to know I wouldn’t survive basic training.  Plus, those shoes?

I blame my creative gene.  It causes me to bristle when told there is only one way to do things, to follow, to step in line.  When I am told there is only one way to do things, well… that’s all I need to muster up enough ingenuity to prove that rule wrong.

I’ve always been this way I guess.
Makes for a great artist.  Or calligrapher.  Or oil painter.  Or marketer.  All of which I can do.

But defend, protect and serve?
Well, let’s just say while I have a full expression of the shoe gene the military gene skipped over me.

Which makes me even more thankful and grateful to those who serve.
And, their families.

Today as we unlocked the door to our Florida apartment for the winter I had many thoughts race through my mind about home.

Just where is home?
I have personally lived in many homes.

The warm and loving four bedroom suburban Idaho house with dinner on the table on time every night, a hug before bed and a Christmas full of presents.

My first apartment out of college shared with two other roommates on the edge of Southeast Washington D.C.

The first purchase as a married couple — a palatial unfinished loft in Boston with 22-foot ceilings and enough design challenges to fill Nate Berkus television programming for a year.

A tiny one-bedroom cocoon in my best friend’s parents Massachusetts house to shelter me through the storm — a.k.a. my divorce.

An island bed and breakfast in Vineyard Haven — without the breakfast — where Justin and I rekindled our high school love and began our new life together.

A winter abode in Naples — the land of water fountains, golf courses and white sand beaches — to hibernate away the cold months.

Most of these I rented.
One of these I owned, and then f*ing lost.
And then, one found me in a perfect place I never could have dreamed of.

All I called home.
But I probably wouldn’t have had any of these options without those who served with their time and their lives in the military.

Like my grandfather, and my father, and my cousins and my sister.  And yours too.

Like the ones we celebrate today.
Thank you vets, for all of my homes.

Homes.
Sweet.
Homes.

 

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