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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 9 – DAY 152 :: trust the twists

1 Jun


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It’s amazing how life constantly surprises me, throwing in a twist and a turn here and there. Like today, for instance. I was talking to someone who introduced me to someone else. We chatted back and forth and made small talk.

Then, right as we were about to end the conversation she told me her grandfather gave his life to science and was basically a testing ground for treatments of Hodgkin’s Disease. I was dumbfounded.

In some odd cosmic twist of fate, we were linked. 

It was also not lost on me that we were supposed to meet. I, most likely, would probably not be here if it was not for her grandfather and what he gave to the world. It changed mine. 

She never met her grandfather. And yet, we have a common acquaintance that has connected us, and me, back to her grandfather. What an ironic twist and turn in this thing called life. 

More tomorrow.
Trust me!
Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 345 :: christmas kindness

12 Dec
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Today I continue the month of Christmas Kindness!

I lost my wallet this weekend. Somewhere in Seattle.

I have no idea where. I know when I last saw it and when I had it in my hands. But when I went to pay for my Chinese food, after eating a full meal in a sit-down restaurant, just after they delivered the fortune cookie, I opened up my purse and there was NO wallet.

I thought I left it in my doctor’s office, because it was the last time I had my wallet. The office was closed so I was told to wait until Monday for them to check the office.

Then I thought maybe I lost it in my car, like it had fallen out somewhere. It wasn’t anywhere to be found.

Sunday morning I woke up to fraudulent charges on one of my credit cards — at a 7 Eleven of all places! It was enough to confirm what I was afraid of… the wallet was stolen. Or swiped. Or picked up somewhere on my path that day.

After canceling all my bank cards and researching how to get a replacement driver’s license and trying to take account of all that was actually in my wallet (gift cards, cash, store rewards cards) I realized something….

Maybe the person that found/swiped/picked up or somehow discovered my wallet needed it more than I did.  Maybe they needed that gift card to JC Penny’s for a Christmas gift. Maybe they needed that wad of Canadian dollars for a trip across the border. Maybe it made their day or changed their life.

Luckily, I am able to replace everything in the wallet with the same or something better.

So maybe… just maybe… it landed exactly where it needed to be with who needed it most. And maybe, seeing it all from that point of view is a way of sharing the holiday spirit.

Maybe, that is Christmas Kindness. As my fortune cookie said, “The gift is in the thought.”

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

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Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 160 :: oh irony!

9 Jun

I can’t help but chuckle at irony. It sneaks up like a shadow, surprise! But you know it has always been there.

In a way, it’s quite ironic that I made a promise to seek peak performance this year and now I’m looking for beauty instead.

In a way, it’s quite ironic that in my search for peak performance my breasts have been lopped off and I am left with the blessing of an early diagnosis.

And, in another way, ironically, I realize that I am not unique at all. Last week while visiting Portland for my doctors appointment I was surprised to not be the only one. There were so many women walking in and out of the door. All with the same language that I now have (words like “expanders” and “don’t lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk”).

It’s our secret language that we share. But it’s been there all along. I just didn’t see it or hear it. Not until I was in “the club” — isn’t it ironic?

Here’s something else that is ironic. Beauty is everywhere.

All around us. In the sunshine that lights up everyday crooks and crannies in the walls. In the eyes of puppies. In the leaves of trees. In the tightly wound buds just waiting to burst into full-on flowers.

You just have to look for it. Listen for it. Speak its language.

So tonight, I share more photos of our Beauty Quest yesterday. Baby geese.

The best part — can you spot the heart in the photo?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

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Day 312: hey y’all :: in the spirit of paula deen

8 Nov

We made it to Savannah, Georgia today, where I met Paula Deen.

She is shorter than I expected.
Well, actually, it was a cardboard cut out of Paula Deen (but seemingly just as animated!).

I had no idea there was an actual Paula Deen STORE.  You could not only buy Paula Deen cookbooks but also Paula Deen playing cards and Paula Deen candles at the retail store attached to The Lady and Sons.

I didn’t buy anything.
But we did stroll along E. Bay Street and the quaint shops until we found a little riverfront restaurant for lunch.  As we walked up the steps and Justin pulled open door, a man appeared from around the corner and informed us that the restaurant was closed.  Not “closed” for lunch and would reopen for dinner, but, rather closed for another six weeks.

Alrighty then.
Moving on.

The restaurant next door seemed to fit the bill so we decided to check out the menu. It seemed agreeable enough but when the waitress asked us if we wanted to sit inside or outside, we waffled.

This decision is typically easy for us, an equation of sorts.  If it dips below 80 degrees I prefer to be indoors.  But today was a nice day outside, and I had a jacket on, and it was waterfront dining.

I looked at Justin and said, “What do you think… Outside?”  knowing that he would prefer to be outdoors.

But Justin knew it was most likely below 80 degrees, therefore a frozen arctic zone that I could not handle.  So he politely prompted the waitress, “I think inside will be fine.” (I took it as a pure sign of love for me.)

Once seated I ordered a hot water, my usual these days.  The waitress raised one eyebrow and repeated my order, but added the words “JUST” in front of it, as in, you can’t JUST want a hot water and nothing else in it, can you?

I nodded both acknowledging my order and my craziness.

The hot water arrived and I held the warm cup in my hands just as my ears tuned into a voice standing behind me.  It was a man’s voice.  A man’s voice that I recognized.

I turned and saw, of all things, my friend’s father.  From Connecticut.  Standing right behind me, INSIDE the restaurant.  In Georgia.

I stood up and said his name letting the last syllable go up making it a question.  As in, is that really you, all the way from Connecticut standing behind me right here in Georgia?

His eyes blinked like he didn’t recognize me.  I became aware of the glasses sitting on my nose, he must not be able to recognize that it is me.  Just then he let out a large smile and exclaimed, “Jamie?!”

“Yes!” I smiled back.
And, right there inside the restaurant that was not our first choice, that was located next to the one that was closed, down the street from Paula Deen’s restaurant, off the highway that we drove from Massachusetts, I found friends.

But, that’s not the ironic part of this story.
The sweet irony is that this is a story of divorce, loss and separation. Because, when relationships end, sometimes, (well most times I suppose) the side effects reach far beyond the couple in question.

So, was my relationship with these people, who found themselves on the other side of a mutual friend’s divorce.  I haven’t seen them in years, and I suppose as we all stayed “out of it” we eventually became out of touch.

Not today.
It was as if all the stars aligned.  They were in Savannah for just one day.  We were there for just one lunch.  They chose to walk into a restaurant to ask for directions.  We chose to eat there only because our first choice of eateries was closed.

It seemed as if one door closed and indeed another opened.

As if Paula Deen herself was right there, tapping me on my shoulder, having me turn my head just in time to reach out and say, “Hey Y’All!”

And, that’s a recipe for a reunion that’s good for my soul.

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