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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 13 :: make it a good one

13 Jan
Tonight I’m thinking about things that make me happy, wondering what to write about on my blog. And then I looked up at the wall and saw a sign.  A real, honest to goodness sign hanging on my wall. 

It says:  You are the author of your own life story. So make it a good one.

It was an early birthday gift (thank you Jaynane!). And every time I see it I smile. Which brings up two things:

1. Hang things on your walls that make you smile.
2. Make it a good one.

Whatever it is that you are authoring or living. Make it a good one.

More tomorrow. 

 {what is hanging on your wall?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 11 :: 9 habits to stop

11 Jan
As I prepare for a new week over here, I am compelled to share this link:
9 Habits You Need To Stop Now.  

It’s kind of a throwback to peak performance but inside these tips are some nuggets of time saving brilliance: like don’t answer calls from people you don’t know and don’t check email first thing in the morning. Click here to read more.

And maybe it’s small changes like these that lead to bliss? 

More tomorrow. 

 {what small changes do you want to make?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 364 :: ringing in a new year (and ear)

30 Dec

As we prepare to ring in the New Year my head is ringing.

Head Cold = 1.
Jamie = 0.

‘Tis the season to share colds and flu bugs with those you love most. And now, this girl is going back to bed. Tomorrow, I share a recap of 2014 and a new promise for 2015.

‘Tis the season.
What are you cooking up for 2015?

More tomorrow. 



JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 362 :: three days left

28 Dec

There’s only three days left in 2014. It’s hard to believe. Really? Three days? In some ways it’s gone by SO fast. In others, it’s crawling by moment by moment, scene by scene, minute by minute.

And that brings us to the door of 2015. It’s almost here. It has almost arrived. And yet, there’s still time to prepare to welcome the next year of our lives.

What will you do with the next year of your life? 

More tomorrow. 


 {what memories do you want to make in 2015?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 361 :: it’s not a hard knock life

27 Dec

You’re never fully dressed without a smile.

It’s good advice from a ten-year-old. And tonight as we bounced in our seats to the suite of songs from Annie (the reprise) which as much as I loved it just couldn’t come close to the original, I couldn’t help the singing in my head.

And then singing out loud after the movie.
And then singing in the kitchen when we arrived home.
And then singing in the bathroom.
And on and on and on…

It’s a hard knock life for us. It’s a hard knock life for us!

I think about all the hard knocks I’ve had in this year of peak performance. A surprise diagnosis on my way to a fertility check-up that led me down a path very far away from the pregnancy one I thought I was taking. Then two surgeries that wiped out my former understanding of fear. On to three saline fills that stretched the skin on my chest and my pain tolerance. And, of course, all the real life moments that happened in between. (And the ones that didn’t, like the laundry. It’s always the first thing to go!)

It’s a hard knock life for us. 
And yet, it SO isn’t.

If my OB didn’t find that lump, they wouldn’t have found the calcifications. The lump was nothing. The calcification was DCIS.

If the radiologist had not detected the DCIS I wouldn’t have called the surgeon. If the first surgeon’s office had called me back in time I wouldn’t have freaked out and called my thyroid surgeon, who led me to my breast surgeon. If I hadn’t talked to my new breast surgeon who had other patients with my same background and medical history, I wouldn’t have been advised to have a double mastectomy (what???!!!).

And if I didn’t have the double mastectomy they would’t have found the DCIS cells on the right side too, which were undetected by all technology imaginable, and three times larger based on the final pathology.

I’m a lucky girl.

And of course, it’s easy to say now, with hindsight, looking back and seeing the big, beautiful thread that ties every single life moment together. Including the new bras I received today from Macy’s (thank you Jaynane for the early birthday gift!). Buying bras has never been so complicated (turns out a 32DD is pretty hard to find and yet, never so much fun. Not since my Mama Sling took me shopping for my first bras have I had the motherly help, like today where Jaynane went on the hunt and kept handing me a plethora of bras over the top of the changing room door.

As I tried on every single style in the Macy’s lingerie collection, it struck me that the moment was more than special. My other Mama, Jaynane, has picked up where my Mama Sling left off. Because no matter what age you are you’re never fully dressed without a smile… and a great fitting bra!

So it’s from sitting here where I can sing, it’s NOT a hard knock life.
It’s a mysteriously amazing beyond belief life.
You just have to wait the hard knocks out.

Because it’s nice to be on the other side.
And…. I think I’m gonna like it here.

More tomorrow. 


 {how are you lucky?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 354 :: merry kindness

23 Dec

Peak performance moment of the day?  This pup.

He’s bigger than me. His name is Gibbs and he’s all puppy even though he is twice the size of my dogs. He’s my father’s standard poodle (read LARGE), which makes him kind of a brother-pup to me I guess.

Regardless, he has brightened this trip home with his energy, kindness, love and affection. And pure energy.  Note the blurry photo.

And that reminds me:
‘Tis the season to love more and share more affection along with gobs of human (or dog) kindness.

More tomorrow. 


 {merry kindness}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 353 :: beautiful life

22 Dec

Peak performance moment of the day: seeing my Great Aunt Beulah.

She’s ninety-five years old. Which is AMAZING to me. She’s still beautiful. Loving. And so special.

As my grandfather’s only living sister she has outlived them all.

I’m not sure Aunt B remembered me today, or even me as the little girl who collected golf balls in her backyard off the tenth tee of the golf course that was her backyard. But it doesn’t matter, because I remember her. 

And today,  I loved holding Aunt B’s frail hand as she grasped onto mine. It wasn’t so much what we said to each other, it was more about holding a moment together in our hands, as her fingers gripped mine. I didn’t want to let go and it felt like she didn’t either. 

Which brings me back to peak performance and living a long, beautiful life.
Ninety-five years old never looked so beautiful to me. 

More tomorrow. 


 {what was your peak performance moment of the day?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 348 :: hope is a muscle, and a connection

19 Dec

Peak performance moment of the day:  Fa la la la la la la hot spot!

The great travel has begun, the journey home to that little spot in Idaho where I grew up. We made it to Portland tonight and I find myself searching for a connection. An internet connection.

That’s the funny thing about this blog. It has made me more connected to finding connections than ever before. Over four years, through hurricanes, vacations, Nor’easters, 30 foot waves taking off the front porch of our house, getting locked out of our vacation villa in Mexico, traveling to Paris, rafting down the Grand Canyon, surgery, after surgery, after another surgery …. I have been forced to find an internet connection to post this blog.

Somedays I have cheated and posted a short post. Somedays I have prescheduled the posts, because let’s face it, there’s no internet connection in the Grand Canyon or the surgery room. And other days, no matter where I find myself,  I have counted on my trusty iPhone for a hot spot connection.

Tonight I find myself sitting in a parked car, with laptop on my lap, heater on, hooked up to my iPhone. It’s the only connection around without trying to find a Starbucks.

I have become so trusting of having a connection that tonight when I couldn’t get my iPhone to work I almost panicked. But hope is a muscle. It’s one I have conditioned and strengthened into peak performance to perform over and over again, night after night, word after word on this blog.

Because we can always find a connection.
Even if it means hunkering down in a car with iPhone pointed in the right direction just slightly to the left sitting on the dashboard.

You can always find a connection.

Tomorrow I head to Idaho, hoping to find another kind of connection, back to my family, back to my hometown, back to my roots.

iPhone in hand. 
Fa la la la la la la la hot spot!

More tomorrow. 


 {how are you connected?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 346 :: christmas pups

18 Dec
Peak performance moment of the day:  finding this.

If there is something that I love more than Christmas music it might just be puppies and Christmas.
Merry Christmas.  I mean… woof!

See more Christmas pups here.

More tomorrow. 


 {Christmas is one week away?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 345 :: repeat the sounding joy

17 Dec

Peak performance moment of the day:  Listening to Christmas music as I work.

I love Christmas music. Almost all holidays tunes. I can even tolerate the really bad Christmas music. There’s something special about something that only happens once a year. The anticipation. The excitement. The preparation.

In a surprise turn of events I will be heading home to Idaho for a funeral this weekend. Seems ironic on many levels. I haven’t seen this side of my family around Christmas for so many years. And it is Christmas that practically defined this part of my family during my childhood.

Christmas was when all my cousins gathered under my Grandma Mary’s tree. It’s when we exchanged gifts with each other in our annual name-drawing-gift-giving escapade. (One year three cousins gave each other the same exact gift …not sure if our parents had anything to do with that one?).

I have so many memories of giggling with glee with my cousins, aunts and uncles all eating Grandma Mary’s secret recipe of lethal baked beans. Hard to forget that recipe even when we were relegated to the Kids Table.

As I wrap up work so that I can return home, I’m sad to be returning for a funeral. But it has me thinking that sometimes the worst of times brings back the best of times.

Soon it will be Christmas Day.
Repeat the sounding joy.

More tomorrow. 


 {what Christmas memories do you have?}
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