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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 9 – DAY 153 :: trust the path

2 Jun

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Trust thoughts of the day, from an island, in the middle of the Carribean. Trust that the path ahead will be easy.

And…Everything is easier on an island! 

More tomorrow.
Trust me!
Jamie

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Day 151: all i wanted was toilet paper

31 May


Today, I dashed off the island to scoop up my car to bring it back over on the ferry.

It was a long afternoon of ferry and bus rides with one stop in between:  Walmart.

Yes, the mart of America.
A.K.A. the cheapest place to buy toilet paper off The Rock.

As I weaved through the mega store to load up on necessities for the summer I found myself stuck in front of the women’s clothing section staring at a bathing suit cover up.

My eyes were fixated.

It was adorable, loose fitting, flowing, tastefully embroidered and spectacularly perfect for a day at the beach where there was certainly a picnic and margaritas and I would be lost in a really good book.

The bathing suit cover keeps me cool and protected from the sun ~ very smart, responsible and stylish all at the same time.  Plus, the water is just warm enough that I could stand to get in for little dips, and, oh yeah, the waves not to big to send my body trampled ashore.

Then, a voice came over the Walmart paging system …
Hello!  Earth to Jamie!  You are in Walmart to buy toilet paper!! 

Okay, so it wasn’t a page, it was actually sent through my own brain waves.
But, the message was received.

What were you thinking?

With that brief lapse of consciousness I again realized the pull clothing has on my heartstrings … even in Walmart!

It is the stuff fantasy is made of.
The bathing suit cover up is just that, a cover up, a stand-in, a small prop for a day at the beach.  A day that is totally made up in my head played out in the aisle of consumerism and one that requires not just one perfect purchase, but no doubt many to keep up the charade.  That new cover up would need a hat, a turquoise necklace, or maybe a svelt scarf.  I’m not sure yet.

But, if you gave me more time I could piece an entire outfit and fantasy together.
But, I won’t.  Not this year.

Instead I will opt for the real thing:  my stretched out bikini with the missing straps.  That’s the one that gets to go with me to the beach in my real life, with my real man, my real books and some really cold Cape Cod water!

But, that’s why it’s so special.
Reality really happens.
Fantasies, well, they don’t even make it past the check out lane.

Toilet paper, on the hand, does.

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