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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 44 :: joyful day

15 Feb
{normal}

It was a good day. A normal day. And I’m finding there is much joy in that.

Pup returned to his own lovable, walkable, tail wagging, treat seeking self. Which was a joy to behold. 

Sometimes normal can be so good. So joyous. And so worth the wait.

Joy is teaching me to enjoy the everyday normalness that comes in between the moments we remember the most. Every day can be so out of this world if we let it. 

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{everday normal}
#lovemore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 40 :: en-joy

11 Feb
{the journey}

My dear friend Diane wrote me and asked me to look up the definition of “enjoy” — so I did.

en·joy
take delight or pleasure in (an activity or occasion).

I like it. It fits so nicely with my promise this year. And it has me thinking about the importance of enjoying the little moments and the big moments — as well as the crazy, stressful, terrorizing ones too.

What if we could enjoy every moment. Every. Single. Moment. I suppose that would be living in the present. The right now.
This moment.

Justin once told me, a long time ago, that life was just the two of us in a car and the rest was scenery. He meant we would get through it…. and get through so much we have, together.

As we bought a new car yesterday and we drove it off the lot and into our life I thought about that saying again.

“It’s you and me in a car and everything else is just scenery.”

I rather enjoy our new car’s heated leather seats but I know what matters most is the scenery, the person you’re driving with, and enjoying every moment that goes by.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{enjoy the scenery}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 39 :: oh joy

10 Feb
{breathing}

I am laughing at myself tonight.

It seems that my promise of “joy” has me experiencing the opposite. Well, maybe not the opposite… wherever you would place stress on the joy scale – that’s where I was today. Mostly because I was not in control.

Control is a funny thing. In some ways, I think total control over all circumstances is very joyful. And then, in so many other ways, I know that total control is my blind spot. The place where I don’t see what’s best because I’m trying to see only what I want to see.

And that’s when I have to remember to breathe.  

Sometimes the best choice is just to breathe. In and out. And if I can remember to do that, I think I can stay in that joyful place where I want to be.

This is coming from the woman who was voted “most likely to be happy in a nuclear holocaust.” True story. It was college. And that’s the award I won. Label bestowed upon me by my peers of course.

In general, and on most days, I live up to that label. That’s how I have survived cancer three times with a smile on my face. I have racked up a lot of life lessons that way. I am the queen of positive perseverance.

So, why is it that sometimes the little, every day, minutia of things can throw me into a tailspin? I don’t know. But I think it has something to do with control — and expectations.

I expect to control my everyday events. I don’t expect to control major life-altering situations. Those, I leave up to God, The Goddess, The Universe and all her magic combined.

But, you know…The last roll of toilet paper! …The car breaking down! …The dog getting up at 4 am to use the bathroom! Well…. those things still have my number. They get my goat. They ring my bell.

Ah, joy. I know you have a lesson in here for me. It’s coming. I can feel it. Bring it on.

Until then…
I breathe.
In. And out.
And, I admit – there is joy in that.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{breathe}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 38 :: the joy of dreaming

9 Feb
{dream on}

As this year takes off I am thinking about dreams. Where dreams come from and how they find us. And the joy that comes from making our dreams come true.

I have also been thinking about the inspiration I find in words. I believe that words are medicine. Truly medicine. Words hold a vibration. And that vibration carries through our soul.

So this year, as I think about JOY… creating joy and sharing joy…I have decided to share more words. Here is tonight’s addition: 

Dreams are the gift of our nights and the adventure of our days.

Here’s to your dreams and your joy!
More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{dreams}
#lovemore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 37 :: the joy of living

8 Feb
{and loving}

My promise is giving me a bit of a joyride so far this year. Joy….has me thinking about joyousness, if that’s a word! And what it means to create joyfulness every day.

Today, I found myself puppy sitting a total Angel. She is eleven weeks of puppyness, high energy and cat naps included. We played fetch. And pooped. We ate treats. And pooped. We sat. And pooped. And then napped. And then pooped some more.

It’s a marvel really, to be a puppy. So little and so big at the same time. Above all, it was marvelous to witness the pure energy of being new to this life. The light coming in the window! The smell of new shoes! The absolute and total delight of pooping!

It made me reflect on joy — and the act of both loving and being totally alive. It is truly loving and living at the same time. 

Another lesson in joy.
(and pooping.)

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy}
#lovemore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 38 :: the joy of showing up

7 Feb
{everyday}

Ah, perseverance. I was thinking of you today. And how much joy I get from showing up here every night. It’s not like I always have something profound to say, but I do feel the power of perseverance in this promise. 

It is the power of showing up.

Joy.
I do not know where you will take me this year… but it’s already starting to get interesting.

Here’s to showing up!

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{perservere}
#lovemore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 36 :: happy choosing

5 Feb
{choices}

Joy has me thinking about choices. And happiness. And the difference between joy and happy? Happy and joy?

Either way, I do know this: Joy is a game of choice.  

What we think we become. And what we choose we create. There really are so many different choices we can make… and sometimes we take a different path but arrive at the same place, same conclusion, same difference.

Joy is teaching me that it really comes down to a choice. 
We can choose to be happy.
We can choose to be sad.
We can choose to think happy thoughts while we are sad.
It really is a choice.

Happy choosing.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{choosing?}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 33 :: study joy

2 Feb
{good vibrations}

I find myself studying joy this year… in my promise of JOY. So how ironic that I would find myself getting so much joy out of the Study Vibes channel on Spotify.

In my heart of hearts, I am a student. Of Life. Marketing. Business. Health. Spirit. Love. Leadership. Goals. Miracles. Magic.

I have always been a student at heart. Maybe the sounds of Study Vibes are just what I need to fully experience this promise of joy. The vibration of joy is calling to me.

No matter what happens, I do know one thing — this year will teach me something. Who knows what yet? I’m sure I will soon find out.

Until then… I am listening with my study ears on.

What are you studying?

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{study}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 27 :: joy, oh, joy

27 Jan
{finger crocheting}

In the category of things that bring me joy…. there is this. Finger crocheting. That’s right. Thick yarn. So soft. So big and chunky. I’m pretty sure I’m doing it all wrong. I’m pretty positive that I have already messed it up. And I am confident that my corners and turn are downright uneven.

But I still love it. And it brings me joy.

Maybe that’s the whole point.
More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{en-joying}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 26 :: oh, joy, oh, birthday

26 Jan
{fun adventures}

Ah, birthdays. How I love thee. So much so I took the day off ….just to play!

Today was an adventure, a joy ride of sorts. After pampering myself at the salon I decided to go for a surprise adventure. Down a road, any road. And then Chuckanut Drive was right in front of me. So I took it.

With sweeping views of the bay.


And places to pull off the road to take photos and paths to walk.

Then I found myself in a little, tiny town called Edison. Oh, Edison, you are so quaint.

With yummy foods to eat!

The only problem was, after ordering my meal I was informed the cafe only took cash — or checks. Cash or checks? I usually have none of these things in my purse. Bank cards, yes. But cash? I had to check.

I scrounged through my wallet and pulled out six dollars. I was ten dollars short of a meal. And I was on my surprise adventure so I didn’t even think to bring my checkbook. It sat in my desk all the way back home.

“You can just mail us a check.” The beautiful young lady said to me with a smile.

“Mail?” I repeated. “Like …send you a check in the mail?”

“Yes!” She smiled and wrote the cafe’s address on the back of my receipt. “You’re good for it.”

Wow. What a birthday gift I thought to myself.
And then I thought… where am I?

This level of trust never happens in our modern world. Did Chuckanut Drive whisk me down a time machine portal and plant me back in the 1950’s? To a little town that still accepted cash and CHECKS. To a store clerk that just shrugged it off with an I.O.U. handshake for a future check to be sent via SNAIL MAIL?

As I ate my avocado toast (which tasted simply divine) I counted my lucky stars and the minutes on the clock before the cafe closed. I was the last customer they would serve on this day.

Then I popped across the street to another artful adventure. A yarn studio.

Actually, I’m not really sure what to call it — but it was artful and beautiful and all made of yarns and silks. With my newfound joy of crocheting, I asked the artist all about her yarns and was mesmerized by the process.

We compared notes on yarn and I told her about the “finger” crochet blanket I am attempting. We laughed about the insatiable, irresistible pull a skein of yarn can have on one’s heart. And the need to finish just …One. More. Row.

Then she hugged me goodbye. She hugged me. Physically hugged me. And I hugged her back. What a surprising little store and friend to make over the beauty of art.

She told me to stop at the bread store before leaving town. So I did. Afterall, she hugged me. I trusted her advice. And she said that this store had the best bread in the entire state of Washington.

The bread store was also a quaint throwback to a simpler time. Packed with cookies and pastries and loaves of bread with an open bakery to watch all the action behind it all. I picked up a gluten-free treat and headed to the counter to check out.

As I stood in line I saw a sign that said, “Cash or Check Only.”
Seriously? With all my cash gone and an I.O.U. already in my wallet, I put my cookie back on the shelf. Saving it for another day.

As I left the little town of Edison, I stumbled upon a Blueberry patch.

And a crop of birds!

But the best part of the day, and my adventure was coming home. To a dinner out with Justin and a surprise dessert tray delivered by our waiter.

It included a little white box and two cards.
The first card was from Pup and Brady (of course!)
And the second was from Justin.

The white box contained a jewelry box and these gorgeous, one-of-a-kind earrings. Which is the best complement to a flourless chocolate torte that a girl could ask for!

All in all, the day was more than a joy ride. It was a surprise joy ride.
And aren’t those the best kind?

Just like life is, really.
We may never know what’s around the next turn, but with a few hugs and maybe an I.O.U. here and there, we can make it through with flying colors.

And, of course, tons of joy.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy ride}
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