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GIFT DAY 094 30-day gratitude challenge: day 18 – lean in to courage

4 Apr

Day 18 over here….of the 30-Day Gratitude Challenge.

What are you grateful for today?

My new hobby is tracking my pH balance. Yesterday I was dark yellow. Today I am closer to green. Green is good! The pH has gone up past 7.0 according to my pH sticks which is more alkaline. And that’s good — the lemons in my water must be doing their job.

ph balance, jamie eslinger, thepromisedaily.com

Lovemore Fearless!
That’s my mantra. And today, well… I cried my eyes out with a lot of fear and then love and then fear and then some more love.

I showed up for my thyroid ultrasound early, after mustering up all the courage my bright smile could handle.

(Did I tell you I was once voted Most Likely To Be Happy In A Nuclear Holocaust? True story. I was in college. And, today, I felt so very not myself.)

While laying on the radiology table I sent consistent messages of love and joy to every fiber of my body. I joked around with the radiologist. We plotted a plan for the hospital to offer foot massages and salt scrubs…. and then…

I sat in the nurse’s chair to have my blood drawn. As soon as she pulled out the fist full of viles my stomach turned.

There were more than ten plastic viles sitting on the table below. Before the needle even appeared my eyes began watering.

“Are you okay?” The nurse asked me.
“I might pass out,” I tried to joke but I couldn’t stop the tears.
“Do you want to lay down?” She asked.
“It’s not physical,” I tried to explain. “It’s emotional.”

The procedure began. The needle poked. The nurse stopped.

“Are you holding your breath?” she asked me.
“Maybe?” I answered, not sure if I was still breathing.
“Don’t hold your breath, or you will pass out.” She smiled.

I sat there with streams running down my face, wondering, “Why am I crying.”
And that’s when the answer hit me. “I’m scared.”

That’s the funky, funny, not so ironic thing about f*Ing fear. It usually sneaks up from behind, catches you off-guard when you least expect it. In public no less. With a needle jammed up your arm and ten plastic viles being filled red.

So what did I do?
I let the tears fall. Facing my fear, in living color, crying out loud, on the spot.

And I prefer to call it courage.

So, today I am grateful for:

1) Making lemons into pH lemonade
2) Tears
3) Courage

What are you grateful for?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore (fearless),

{Your turn! Share what you’re grateful for in the comments section below. Courage.}

GIFT DAY 064: are you pushing my fear button?

5 Mar

Justin interrupted me today. 

Because he HAD to show me this video online. He PROMISED me, “it’s funny.”

The video is of a cat who jumps a foot in the air every time the Mario Brother’s video game makes a “boing” sound.

cat fear, getting over fear, jamie eslinger, thepromisedaily.com

The cat has no idea where the sound is coming from. The cat reacts instinctively by jumping up in the air and out of harm’s way.

The video is funny because you (the viewer) know what the sound is — and the cat doesn’t.

The video is funny because you have special insight, you know there is nothing to fear.

And that made me laugh.

Because really, we all have that power.

Fear is like a button on a video game.
It gets pushed when we can’t see in the dark. Or when we don’t understand what’s coming next, or when we walk on stage.

Or when we want something really, really, super, duper, extra-special bad that it gives us a tummy ache.

That’s easy to say.
The hard part is turning the fear button off when it gets pushed and makes your stomach go BOING!

But that’s where our power comes in. In the middle of the night, in the middle of the dark, when you find yourself in the middle of the stage, it’s time to push the LOVE button.

I know this from my year of swimming with sharks, rafting the Grand Canyon (sleeping next to scorpions!) and facing my biggest fears.

I know this because love and fear can’t co-exist. They don’t play together.
They are two totally separate, different, incompatible video games.

Question is… which one are you playing?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore (fearless),

{What do you love more than you fear? Share in the comments section below.}


My little dream officially launched this week: The Promise Daily!

Please share with a friend. And your mom. And your dad’s auntie’s daughter’s neighbor’s best friend.

Because nothing is impossible.

P.S. Ready to take action?
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You Can Do Anything 2013 coaching group ends March 11 at midnight.

If you want hands-on support for your promise, group encouragement, and a bigger commitment to stick to your goals, just click here

GIFT DAY 039: listen to your gut:: and then we fled

8 Feb

I woke up this morning with a stomach ache. 

And I know my body too well to ignore what that means.

My stomach hurts when my intuition kicks in.

It’s my body’s way of telling me to listen to my gut.
And believe me, there have been too many times in my life that I have not listened to my gut.

Each time I ignored the warning signs I ended up in a mess.

After walking the dogs this morning and seeing neighbors board up windows, and not being able to ignore the pain in my stomach, I panicked about staying in the beach house for the impending Winter Storm Nemo.

“Panic” makes it sound much prettier than it was — in reality — I threw a full-on tantrum, packed a bag and demanded to be driven to the train station. Then I cried.

I’m not proud of my behavior, but I am owning it publicly.

Well, actually, let me restate that — I am proud of some of my behavior — the part where I listened to my gut and spoke up {read: threw a hissy fit} for it.

So maybe I changed my mind.

And, sure, this storm could pass without a worry. It probably won’t be the storm of the century …but maybe it will be.

And I don’t want to be sitting on the edge of the ocean watching it unfold.

Neither does my stomach.

As we left the house our neighbor walked out and said, “So you’re bailing?”

I looked at him and said, “Yes,” and told him we were going inland.

To that he said, “That’s the worst part of the snow.” 

Then he told me he was moving his car a mile inland because of the potential flooding.

I looked at him and realized I could never explain how I felt — my stomach was aching and I wanted to be on higher land. Just then I realized the only difference between us is that we have different comfort zones.

I would rather be in snow.

snow shovel, jamie eslinger, the promise 365, the promise daily

So now we are safely inland, tucked away with family.

The dogs are in the kennel probably chewing on a steak bone and running circles around each other.

One thing is for certain… we will have an ABUNDANCE of snow by tomorrow morning!

And, I, for one, am content to be snowed in under three feet of snow instead of 20 foot waves from ocean salt water.

The irony of it all?
The whole time I was panicking and carrying on, I was wearing my Lovemore+Fearless T-shirt.

More tomorrow.

{Does your gut talk to you? Share in the comments section below.}

Day 344: so much can change in a year, so bring it on 2013!

11 Dec

Soooooo much can change in a year.

Take me for instance… today I ate a cookie!


A year ago I was wrestling with the sugar plum holidays trying to balance my no sugar ban.

But today I indulged in a cookie. A Red Velvet Crinkle Cookie from Panera.  (They remind me of the ones Mama Sling used to make.)

What a difference a year makes.

I am still focused on limiting my sugar. But I am now more loving and fearless in the ways I treat myself.

And, now I am getting ready for next year!

Which brings us to tonight.
I promised to share just exactly what I’m going to do in 2013.

But first.
Let’s review.

Year 1:  my promise was to take care of my head, heart, body and soul. 

If you were with me then, you watched me vow not to shop for clothes or shoes for one entire year and instead invest in my body and soul – and write about it every single day!

It was hard. And heartbreaking. And amazing!

I learned I was addicted to sugar and coffee and chocolate.
I found hope and help through clean food, cleanses, and Ayurvedic principles.
I learned to cook something that didn’t come out of a can.
I did yoga. A lot.
I went to the spa.
I tried a brazilian bikini wax — once. (OUCH!)

I didn’t buy any shoes or clothes (or underwear!)  for one entire year.

I found love.
Or love found me.

I learned that every ancient teaching and all new age thought are based on one simple concept.. LOVE.


Year 2:   my promise was to be LOVEMORE+FEARLESS.

If you were with me when the year started you know I am (was) terrified of spiders and water.

You watched me swim with sharks off the shores of the Bahamas. (I lived to blog about it!)

You were right with me as I rafted down the Grand Canyon — and slept next to snakes and scorpions, without a tent, only a blanket of stars above my head (insert FEARLESS here).

If you’ve been following along this far (God Bless You) you also know that I publicly admitted my fears (trying to get pregnant) and greatest sadness (missing my dear Mama Sling).

You also know that we moved to house on top of the ocean. Well, practically. The waves come up under the house. (Oh, fearless soul!)

I’ve learned so much about myself.

Most important — I’ve learned there’s something amazing that happens when you forget about being perfect and focus on facing your fears.

You find courage.
And strength.
You start listening to that little voice inside yourself, instead everyone else’s around you.

You start selling tee-shirts. (What? Yes, Lovemore+Fearless Tees.)

More than anything YOU (I mean “I” of course) start facing the fact that growing older and growing up and facing a few wrinkles in the mirror ain’t all that bad after all.

And that bring us to…..

Year 3:  I chose abundance! 

January 1st approaches.
Which means it is time to triple down. Year Three. All in.

Next year my promise is to explore abundance.

Which includes:

  • The power of giving
  • The power of miracles
  • The exchange of energy

What does that mean?

I, Jamie Eslinger, promise to:

Give something away each and every single day in 2013 and blog about it.
It can be material or emotional, but it has to be a gift.


I will delve into A Course In Miracles.

More on the inspiration behind those two tomorrow.

I hope you stick around to play with me some more and continue this journey.
I also hope you will join me, because….

I have something in store for you.
A very special GIFT that will be just for YOU, promise.

Which I will share…



Day 292: rvwalkabout and your craziest dream

20 Oct

I am in Texas this weekend to see my bestie Sara and her family before they do something crazy…

Sell their 4,200 square foot Texas-sized house, buy an Airstream RV, and travel the country for a year.

Talk about FEARLESS!

You can read all about the reasons why they are doing it and follow along in the adventure as they sell the house, pack up all of their belongings, and hit the road.  Feel free to join their fearless adventure on Sara’s blog: RVwalkabout.com 

This was the last weekend I could come visit before their life spins into a whole new journey and I am so happy I could be here tonight to help launch their brand new dream.

But it has me thinking…
What is your big dream?
What fearless thing do you wish to do? Create? Find? Follow?

The most dangerous risk of all might just be not doing it. 

Day 284: f*ing friday :: facetime

12 Oct

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. In Year One, 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 words front porch

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

As in, brown spots.

I’m trying not to fear the wrinkles and brown spots staring back at me in the mirror.

It’s just, well, they are so …THERE.

Part of me panics about it, fretting, worrying, wondering: When did this happen? How did this happen? 

And part of me just says: Get over it, girl!

My reaction literally depends on the time of day, the amount of sunlight pouring into the crevices in the corners of my eyes, and my facetime.

I mean, seriously, the last time I Skyped with video camera pointing directly on my face with my bestie Sara inside my computer screen, I almost passed out at the person staring back at me. Who was the woman with the brown spots under her eyes and the wrinkles around her mouth?

With a small tremor of terror I slowly realized…
Oh. My. God. That’s. Me.

Other than those small heart attack inducing moments, I am really fine with my aging face. I accept the brown spots and wrinkles on most days as badges of honor and with as much lovemore+fearlessness I can muster.

But it doesn’t mean I would pass up the opportunity to smooth out or lighten up. So, today, I was pretty psyched to see a box arrived for me at the new address.

A box full of skincare products.

Hey, it’s worth an f*ing feel-good try. And, I’ll report back if I see results.

Plus, it’s not worth living in fear of the brown spots in the mirror.  Unless, of course, they are from organic, sugar-free, chocolate ice cream, smudging the corners of my mouth!

Have a good weekend (full of the good, sweet, brown spots)!

Day 281: love. more.

8 Oct

Look what crept into my email box today:

“When all your desires are distilled

You will cast just two votes:

To love more,

And be Happy.”


There it is again.

The question is, just how to do that?
Well, good thing this quote was also in my email box today:

Make the best of it. When you make the best of whatever you’re focused upon, your future will be better than your now. If each moment you’re making the best of what-is, no matter what it is, you make the best of it; make the best of it; make the best of it—your future just gets better and better and better, and better.— Abraham

And, there you have it.
All cleared up now, isn’t it?

Day 247: back to school trapper keepers

4 Sep

Can you smell that?
There is a breeze in the air that smells distinctly of school supplies. Wafts of pink erasers, lined paper notebooks and plastic Trapper Keepers are floating by my nostalgic nose.

Sad thing is: I can barely finish the books I already have on my shelf — and in my iPad!

Even so, in this Back-To-School-Fall-Frenzy I am motivated to take myself back.
To school.

I am committing to finishing all the books that I set out to read this year.


Just writing that down gives me a lump in my throat. But I know there is so much more I can learn in this Lovemore+Fearless year of mine. Sure, I have already swam with sharks, reclaimed Paris from my past and rode the whitewater of the Grand Canyon. But, I know there is more for my mind and heart that is just waiting for me.

Which means I have less than four months to put my nose in a handful of books. If you have a good book suggestion on LOVE or FEAR please send it my way!

I’ll put it in my Trapper Keeper.

What are you going to do with the rest of your year?

Day 227: listening, listening, listening and more listening

15 Aug

Yesterday, I walked off the ferry and stepped foot on the island, after my little dental adventure.

In the mad rush of masses disembarking the ferry, I could feel somebody walking behind me.  I slowed down, just to see if their pace would change.  It did.  The footsteps matched mine.

They were definitely following ME.

Finally, I turned around and saw, out of the corner of my eye, somebody I recognized.  It was Justin!

He surprised me at the ferry, took me out to dinner, then took me to the book store and bought me three new books and then he took me to the movie (where we shared a big bag of popcorn, my favorite!).

It was a spontaneous date night!
And, it was so fun.

Later that night, I told Justin how much fun I had and thanked him for everything he did, from surprise to movie popcorn. To which he responded, “I listened.”

And, listen, he did.

Just the other night I was complaining about how we haven’t had any time to do “stuff” together this summer while on the island. We’ve both been working and traveling and doing so much that we haven’t made good, quality time for each other.

So, he listened. And, we did have good, quality time with each other, doing all the stuff we love: dinner out, book store strolling and taking in a movie at the theatre.

Today, as I sat at my desk working, I reflected even more on how Justin chose to show me he listened to my wishes. It’s such a gesture of love.

It’s one I know I need to work on, this muscle called “listening” in this lovemore+fearless year of mine.

Because, really, is there any greater gift of love? 

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