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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 5 :: joy of rain

5 Jan
{afternoon showers}

Oh, Joy! It’s raining today. Again. I can’t help but think that Joy is teaching me the importance of singing in the rain.

I am already feeling the power of focusing on my new promise. Joy is calling to me. Joy is whispering to me. Joy is trying to swing open the doors to a whole new way of living (joy de vivre?)

Even in the rain.
And, could there be a better lesson when one lives in the state of Washington?

More tomorrow…


{feeling joyful?}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 2 :: joy de vivre

2 Jan
{the joy of living}

Oh, joy!
It’s Day 2 of my new promise, and just like new shoes, it feels a little stiff. A little too new, like it doesn’t know which way to stretch yet.

I am enamored with the idea of Joy De Vivre. It’s French so it just sounds beautiful to me and elegant. Two things I adore. But, I’m sure there’s more. And I’m about to find out!

Here’s the thing:  What we think about, we look for… and so it is with JOY – already! I am hearing and seeing references to joy everywhere I go. At the movies, in the parking lot, in the wag of Pup’s tail.

It’s reminding me that joy is possible, it’s out there, for everyone.
We just need to open our eyes.
Maybe that is the true joy of living.

More tomorrow…



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Day 124: f*ing friday :: friends in france

4 May

F*ing Fridays are back!
And, they will continue to occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Funny Fabulous France

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Friends in France.

As in, Sara.

Today, I met up with my bestie Sara, under the Eiffel Tower.

As I approached our designated meeting spot, I was overjoyed to spot Sara walking towards me with arms outstretched, radiating her beautiful smile.

There’s my Sara!

It was just ironic, happenstance, serendipity that we both ended up in Paris during the same month, same week, same day.

Who could imagine that she would be in Paris for a mother/daughter trip of a lifetime, and I would happen to be here as well, with Women on Fire.

No matter how it happened, it was fantastique!
And, it was the best f*ing finale to my time in beautiful Paris.

I came to Paris with my old engagement ring in hand.
I go home tomorrow, wearing a new ring on my finger. 

But, the best part of this ring is that it is a shared one.

Sara has the same one as I do.  And, so does her mother — who bought us all the same piece of jewelry (Thank you Sandy!) so we could remember our trip, and the power of friendship.

This may be my last night in the City of Light, but I am bringing home much more than souvenirs.

I am carrying home a connection to this great city, one I have never had before.  One that has replaced a romantic memory gone bad, forever etched in my heart, with a lifelong love for friendship and support.

It is one of savoir de vivre — learning how to live.
And, one of savoir de amour — learning how to love.

Love in everything – buildings, gardens, metro stops, baguettes, croissants and crepes.

Love for making new memories that will forever be mine.

Love for new friends — that I feel old with I will grow.

And a love for old friends too — who have already seen me grow.

Thank you Doni Belau, Girls’ Guide To Paris, and Debbie Phillips, Women on Fire,  for bringing me back.

And, thank you, Paris, for showing me more joie de vivre.
Au revoir. 

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