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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 182 :: long summer nights

1 Jul

The summer nights are long, the light hanging in the air until late at night. All the better for packing. I am surrounded by piles and piles and piles. All things that need to be placed in boxes and packed and moved. And I’m being ruthless in my packing – Marie Kondo would be proud.

There’s a certain amount of joy in purging. There is also a sizable level of sorrow in tossing what you no longer need but your heart still holds onto from another time or chapter in life.

I have two weeks to pack and move and transplant my joy. Touching everything I own is one way to remember where I have been. And purging it is another way to make room for more joy in the future.  

It’s a good thing the summer nights are long because these piles are high.
Here’s to the joy of decluttering, packing and purging.

More tomorrow…



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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 277 :: packing, packing, packing we go

6 Oct

It’s packing night. Before I head off on my next trip… so tonight I just have a question.
What is the next trip you want to take? 

More tomorrow. 


 {what is the next trip you want to take?}

Day 329: lovemore monday :: we’ve only just begun

26 Nov

As you know, I entered this year determined to be fearless. But, I don’t want more fear or less in my life.  I want more love.  So I made up a new word, lovemore!   That’s why Lovemore Mondays are here.

Today’s Lovemore Monday is a love story called We’ve Only Just Begun.

As in, moving. 

It has nothing to do with Cyber Monday.
Today has been more like Manic Monday, because:

  • The storage unit is now empty.
  • The car is full.
  • We are packed.

Even though we have yet to pull the car onto the highway and head north, I feel like our journey is already underway.

Most important:
I feel like Justin and I are closer and more connected from this trip than ever before.

And I have known this man since I was seventeen!
But never before have I been more impressed with his ability to:

  • deal with uncertainty
  • pack a car “Tetris Style”
  • deal with my constant stream of questions
  • be unwaveringly flexible in the midst of a small, mini car crisis
  • problem solve through our small, mini crisis
  • choose really great music for this long, long drive
  • make me laugh and giggle all along the way

And we’re only half way there, the driving starts tomorrow.
We’ve only just begun. 

I guess I like thinking about our relationship in those terms too.

Sure, he’s seen me through some of my biggest fears:

  • surviving cancer
  • surviving a divorce
  • too many cross country trips to name
  • swimming with sharks
  • rafting the Grand Canyon
  • moving

But he’s seen me through some of my best times too:

  • surviving cancer
  • surviving a divorce
  • too many cross country trips to name
  • swimming with sharks
  • rafting the Grand Canyon
  • moving

We’ve done it all together.
And it still feels like we’ve only just begun.

And that’s why, on this Lovemore Monday….
I. Love. It.

Day 328: the right stuff or too much stuff!

25 Nov

If ever there was something to test my lovemore attitude, it’s packing.
And moving.

We awoke in Jacksonville after the most amazing birthday celebration for Justin (6 months late!) at the Eddie Vedder concert.  Eddie played solo for 2 and 1/2 hours last night with a little duet or two with Glen Hansard. AMAZING.

As one headline wrote: Eddie Vedder proves to Jacksonville crowd that a ukulele can rock

It was pretty incredible — and that’s coming from a girl who usually passes on concerts just to avoid getting beer spilled on her clothes. Sad but true.

We then drove six hours to Naples, only to spend the day in our storage unit….. PACKING.


For a girl who gave up shopping for one entire year, I have a lot of stuff. And stuff. And stuff. The question is: is it the right stuff?

Signing off for the night……

Trying to keep my lovemore attitude. 







Day 327: who knew? eddie vedder and a jacksonville spectactular

24 Nov

It’s November. It’s Small Business Saturday.
It’s Justin’s birthday — six months late!

Which means we’re here in Jacksonville, Florida celebrating Justin’s birthday, getting ready for the Eddie Vedder concert at the Moran Theater tonight.

Why are we here, six months after Justin’s birthday you ask?

The concert was supposed to be in May. I was so excited to surprise Justin with tickets to his hands-down-favorite-band-ever-he-even-has-a-pearl-jam-tattoo-on-his-leg, but….

It was postponed.

Alas so was Justin’s birthday gift from me.

So yesterday we travelled from Massachusetts to Florida just to make it to the tropics in time for this concert.

Our plan was to pack up  our car that we left in Naples last spring with all of our belongings in the storage unit and then drive north for the concert today.

But last night when we got to car it was d.e.a.d. dead and we spent hours getting it fixed (or, Justin did!). So we finally decided just to head north to Jacksonville to make the concert in our rental car instead.

We will drive back to Naples in the morning and pack up our storage unit (egads!!!) and then head north later this week with all of stuff in tow in our hopefully (fingers crossed) working car. Which basically means we will drive between Jax and Naples three times this week.


It is all an exercise in patience.

And flexibility.

And a function of staying sane, knowing that we are always right where we are supposed to be when we are supposed to be there.

Like, tonight for instance….
To our surprise, as we checked into our hotel room — with this awesome parking lot view (not!)

— we discovered that this very night, tonight, is the annual Jacksonville Light Parade and Fireworks Spectacular.

See…. right where we are supposed to be when we’re supposed to be there.

Who knew??
Well….Maybe Eddie did.

Happy Birthday Justin!

Day 144: packing and organizing tricks to love

24 May

We spent the day packing.
Packing. Packing. Packing.

I never feel more disorganized than when we pack.

And that’s why this is the most wonderful time of the year — when all the lost socks make themselves known and dust bunnies come out to play.

Every time we pack up our seasonal Florida apartment all I can think is “where did all this STUFF come from?”

Which makes it difficult to feed my TOSS pile.

For starters, I have a book problem.

Even with my iPad and Kindle, books of the bound kind hunt me down and corner me, begging to become a dust collector on an abandoned shelf. But, I love them. How can I toss them? What if I want to read them again?

Worse are the books that I haven’t got to yet but MAY want to read — someday — a snow day perhaps, in Florida.  

Hey, it could happen. 

Or, it couldn’t.
But, I’m packing and keeping my books just the same.  

It’s this time of year that I always find myself wishing I had organized my space better, when we moved in. It’s when I yearn for closets and cabinets that look like they came out of the pristine pages from The Container Store flyer.

Something to put on my wish list for next year.

Until then, I found
8 Incredibly Clever Organizing Tricks to tide me over.  I hope you enjoy too.

Now, I’m off to pack more books.

Day 114: lovemore monday :: packing

23 Apr

As you know, I entered this year determined to be fearless. But, I don’t want more fear or less in my life.  I want more love.  So I made up a new word, lovemore!   That’s why Lovemore Mondays are here.

Today’s Lovemore Monday is a love story about packing.

As in, I leave for Paris tomorrow.

And my two shadows know something is up.

Pup is pouting.
Brady is howling.

How do they know I’m leaving?
Maybe the overflowing suitcase gave it away.

I am 3/4th of the way packed up, and so very excited to board a plane to Paris tomorrow, where my biggest decision will be which book to read.

I wish my suitcase was big enough for everyone to come along with me! Including this canine duo.

But, unfortunately it is not.
So, I promise to share all the photos, video and travel escapades that I possibly can while in the City of Light on this blog.  So you feel like you are coming right along too!

Too bad for Pup and Brady that they can’t read or surf the web. C’est la vie.

But, I know, while the best of traveling is seeing new sights, tasting new foods, and gaining that indescribable perspective that only a vacation adventure can provide…

The best part of packing up and leaving my trio is coming back to two tails wagging while knocking me over at the door, and, a big hug from Justin too.

And, I will hold out for that.

Je l’adore.
I. Love. It. 

Day 282: the answer is simple …just breathe

9 Oct

“A doctor once told me that a person can’t breathe deeply and worry at the same time — it’s biologically impossible. A deep breath interrupts and dissipates worry waves.”

I highlighted this sentence on my iPad last night while reading: The Answer is Simple…Love Yourself, Live Your Spirit! by Sonia Choquette. (Thank you for the book recommendation Carrie Saba!)

It couldn’t have come at a better time.
With a mountain of plastic tubs packed and ready to go we had a little glitch in plans for our great migration south.  Justin called me on the way home to let me know his car was acting up, and not drivable until further notice.

This was not in the script.  And, definitely not on the packing list.  I, for one, am not prepared to star in the Cape Cod version of Gilligan’s Island.

We are, of course, not “stranded” on an island, but we will have an unexpected delay until the GMC gets a little TLC from an auto-mechanic.  As Justin broke the news to me last night he reassured me that all would be okay in his deep and soothing voice, “We will figure it out.”

Despite his calm inflection, my track star mind started to race — what will we do, how much will it cost, what is wrong with it, where do we take it?

And, then I read that passage.

“A doctor once told me that a person can’t breathe deeply and worry at the same time — it’s biologically impossible. A deep breath interrupts and dissipates worry waves.”

So, I took deep breaths.
And, amazingly enough, it worked.  My heart rate slowed, my body relaxed, and my mind reassured — We will figure it out.

So tonight, while we may still be working ourselves out of a jam, I leave you with this from Pearl Jam, a song ironically titled: Just Breathe.

I’ll be over here breathing too.
Deep. Soothing. Breaths.

Day 281: Pop Quiz! what do you need?

8 Oct

How long would it take you to pack up everything you own?

It’s that time. We’re packing up the Vineyard and getting prepped and ready for our winter migration. It’s hard to believe how fast the summer months blow by and that it’s time to fly.

Well, not quite yet.

I still have my Lake Austin Spa Resort reunion with Debbie Phillips (mentioned in this month’s Marie Claire — sah-weet!) before we land in the sunshine state.

But, first: packing day.
And, on this day of filling luggage I discovered some of my own baggage.

As I sorted through bins of winter clothing and piles and summer clothing, I looked up at Justin and said, “I seem to have a lot of clothes.”

To which he sarcastically replied, “uh …you think?”

It reminds me of Day 138 and the Pop Quizwhat would you put in one box, if you were only given one box to keep your most prized possessions.

Back then I wondered:
Just what do I really need?
And, what do I need with me?

As I was packing today the answer seemed to be two things:  clothes and paper.
I own a lot of clothes and paper, in the form of books and notebooks, lined paper, blank pads, ringed and hard bound.

After a while it stacks up.

But, today, I was thrilled to find The Notebook.
Inside were the scribbles of dreams from three years ago. Back then, I was starting over with a blank slate — no job, no husband, no car, no home base.  So, I took the advice of my dear friend Dianne and started keeping notes in the little green notebook she gave me to place next to by bed.

Here’s an image from one page:

Among these scratchings is a scene of a couple enjoying golf, tennis, skiing, the beach and a house where the sun always shines.

This was six months before I met Justin, and almost a year before we moved to the Vineyard for our very first summer, one year before we wintered on a mountain top in Vermont — and two years before we moved to Naples for the winter, where the sun always shines.

Ironic, I suppose. How a little drawing predicted my fate.  Or maybe it was the power of visualization. Or the secret of silent longings. Or something else all together.

On the back of that drawing was another list titled:
I want to be the best form of me.

When I turned to this page and saw the list of items starring back at me, I sighed and paused looking down at the lined page, soaking it all in. Then I smiled. The list describes exactly how I feel about myself these days.

Right now, it’s hard to believe there was a time I didn’t feel this way.

But, back then, when I wrote out this carefully crafted list, I felt stuck and slammed with life’s great surprises and turn of fortunes. It wasn’t a wish list, it was a stretch list — no — actually, it was more than a stretch, it was an unimaginable leap through time and space to get to a place where I could feel inspirational, fun, thoughtful, dedicated, loving, creative, progressive, and team oriented.

And, tonight, as I sit here typing, this list seems to hold the answer to my original question:

Just what do I really need?
And, what do I need with me?

It seems so obvious now.
I need me. 

The very best form of me. 

And, you? Do you know what you need?

If you don’t, may I suggest starting with a list.
Just a lovely little list.

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