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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 9 – DAY 203 :: trust you

22 Jul

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Trust thoughts for a night in Chicago…. it’s beautiful here. It’s not hot, it’s perfect. Last year at this time it was so muggy you couldn’t breathe. This year it is perfectly perfect. 

It is a reminder to me to pay little attention to the season and be the flower that blooms regardless of the season. 

And it’s always a good time to bloom. Bloom, baby bloom. 
Trust me!

More tomorrow.
Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 9 – DAY 91 :: trust is perfectly orchestrated

3 Apr

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Trust thought of the day: 

Trust thought of the day: the world is not black and white so trust the perfectly orchestrated experiences that show up in living color. 

Trust me!
More tomorrow.

Lovemore,
Jamie

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Trust me!
More tomorrow.

Lovemore,
Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 140 kindness is…

23 May

Imperfection. 

I have been reflecting on the perfection of imperfections. Being perfectly imperfect. Mostly because of a table that we painted.

I love to paint furniture. It makes me happy. Especially if it has good “bones” that a color will bring out. We found a table that had good bones. An oak specimen that needed a little love. It was free. It was a perfect painter.

Fifty dollars later… we have a perfectly imperfect table.  It was almost perfect when we brought it inside. Painted Colonial Red and shiny bright we placed it in the living room. Then I noticed a small spot on the corner that needed to be touched up.

We tried to fix the spot and ruined a full corner.

The next day, we dragged it outside and resprayed the entire top. The paint immediately blistered and peeled away, causing the entire top of the table to be ruined. I mean RUINED.

It was almost perfect. Then we ruined it. Twice. So I went to the store and bought the one magical paint fix I know of — Killz Primer. I proceeded to not only paint a new coat of primer on the table, I also sang to it.

As I looked at the blistered Colonial Red table I kept thinking of kindness. What would be the kindest thing I could do to this table? It seemed the only trick I had left was to love it. Thus, the singing.

It worked. The table is back to functional.

The table now sits back inside. A little bumpy. A little streaked in all the wrong places. She is perfectly imperfect. And she has taught me a very valuable lesson in kindness: know the difference between a small spot and big issue. And being perfectly imperfect!

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie

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Day 170: How To Blog Series: Perfect

19 Jun

But, what if I make a mistake?

In today’s How To Blog Video Series, I share my thoughts on giving up the idea that your writing has to be perfect in order to publish.

What I wish I would have said in this video:  Because, I publish everyday I am on a timeline. One that has forced me to give up being perfect. Believe me, spelling errors and grammar mistakes drive me nuts — but, I don’t have an editor and I made a promise to post every single day — so I had to give up on the idea of being perfect.

Here’s what I really think:  Getting over perfect is a form of self-love — seeing the bigger goal, the higher purpose in sharing your gifts.

For books and other “permanent” writing I advocate editing “by the book” as they say. But, because blogs are dynamic and can change, be edited, be updated on the fly, I believe it’s more important to share my thoughts — and publish — and then go back and change any glaring errors.

See if you can spot in this video: the Aquinnah lighthouse in the background.

Resources and Inspiration: 
I first learned to write fast — and be okay with it — in Nancy Slonim Aronie’s Chilmark Writing Workshop. It takes place on Martha’s Vineyard during the summer and I highly recommend it for aspiring writers (and long-time authors too).

And, here is today’s video:

Link to the video on YouTube is below:

Why Am I Doing This?
I am somewhere in the Grand Canyon, rafting the Colorado River right now… which means I have no access to computers or an internet connection.  So, while I am taking a trip down the river, I want to take you on a trip around Martha’s Vineyard, sharing both the sights I love on this little island and my favorite blogging tips. 

It’s all in an effort to keep my promise to blog everyday this year and learn to lovemore and fearless. Did I mention I am afraid of the water? And, I am in a raft right now in the Grand Canyon?

I am keeping a diary while riding the waves and will report back as soon as we hike out of the canyon.  

Until then, I attempt to answer the questions people ask me about how to blog in this video series.  It’s not perfect…but it is published! And, that’s the point.

Enjoy!
xo~
Jamie  

Day 361: the wrap up part 1 :: head

27 Dec

Here we are, closing in on 365 days and the end of this year.  And, what a year it has been.

So much has changed in my world, in this year, that I am dedicating a full day to each of my promises: head, heart, body and soul.

Because if I have learned anything this year, it is this: the magic is in reflection.

Part 1:  head

I began this year cramming my head with information, studies, research, data.  All to figure out the best way to take care of my body and soul.  The more I learned and packed into my brain, the more I realized one overriding theme:  I was utterly confused.

Eat only protein!  Stay away from meat!
Only raw foods!  More green smoothies!
No cold foods! Only raw milk! No dairy!
No gluten! Whole grains only!

ARGH!!!

Raw foods, Paleo, gluten, dairy, it’s enough to make eyes pop out of said head.

But the biggest challenge for my brain has been something that took more than a cookbook and something bigger than a diet plan to overcome — it was my perfectionist tendencies.

Because I want to be perfect.
But I’m not.

And it all surfaced in my writing, or rather my promise to write something everyday AND make it public.  Deep down I wanted everything to be funny, and witty, and smart, and inspiring and just plain not crappy.

But, some days, I just didn’t have the words.  Or any thoughts.  Or the inspiration.  I thought everything I wrote sucked, or wasn’t quite right, or (GASP!) sported spelling errors.

And then somewhere along the way I realized it didn’t matter.

Because I did not make a promise to blog funny, and witty, and smart, and inspiring and just plain not crappy content all year long.  I made a promise to take care of my head, heart, body and soul and write everyday to stay on track, to have accountability — to myself.

And, there is something magical that happens in the brain (I think it’s a super high tech scientific chemical reaction) when you make a promise and keep it, no matter what — no matter the lack of inspiration, the loss of a good idea, the public scrutiny, the sticking your neck out — you realize that whatever comes from your heart is perfect.

It’s powerful.  It’s moving.
And it’s just right.

Day 10: a perfect 10

10 Jan

My college roommate, Laura, shot me a cryptic email this morning that read:
“So, hypothetically speaking…if someone were going to buy you really cute flip flops for your birthday, what size should she buy?  Strictly a hypothetical question mind you.”

Well, that’s an easy answer:  I am a perfect 10.
In shoes. Undeniably, the only area where I have things perfectly figured out.

Size 10 shoes fit absolutely, perfectly, every time.
There is hardly a pair of size 10 shoes in the world that don’t feel like they were made for my feet (even that stubby toe of mine doesn’t mess this up).

Which is why I adore shoes. They are more pleasing than chocolate.
There is no hassle, no pulling, squeezing, sucking-in-all-the-air-in-my-lungs-until-I-turn-blue-in-the-face to slip them over my feet. They just slide right on.

In junior high I had a running count of my shoe collection. When I hit Number 100 it was a day of celebration.

I organized them by color, function and heel height in my closet.
Which was easy because I owned nothing over .000005 inch heel being 6 feet tall.

Heels were not yet in my repertoire because the boys were not yet at my eye level. It is indeed a cruel and sick joke to have an amazon woman occupying your 14 year old body.

Jeans were always too short, skirts were always too short, shorts were always, surprisingly, too short. And the boys, again, way too short.

But shoes, oh la la! They were just right.
Thus, los zapatos love affair began.

In my most recent high drama crisis, the one I call “The World’s Worst Divorce” I had a troupe of amazing friends who helped me in many ways, one of which was to move me and my stuff out of my condo. There’s nothing like a divorce to unveil your life, or your shoe collection.

In the middle of hauling yet another tub of shoes up the stairs to my new locale, my friend Sheryl looked at me and said, “where did you get all of these shoes?”  I just shrugged. Shoes have always been with me.

Sheryl then looked at my other amazing friend Sara and inquired, “if she wasn’t with ME when she bought all these shoes, and she wasn’t with YOU…” Sheryl questioned me, “who did you buy all these shoes with?”

The answer of course was, alone. I was all, all, alone when buying all of those shoes. And that’s the first day I realized I might have a shoe problem.

I’m not planning on giving up my zapatos love this year. Just being more aware of it and why I have it. While I won’t buy new shoes (at least not those that can’t help my body) I will accept them as gifts from amazing friends (just in case you are reading this Laura!).

Like they say, if the shoe fits…
Indeed, if there are two things that have always been there for me, they are shoes and amazing friends.

P.S.  It is officially Day 10.  Wooo Hoo!
Only 20 more days to go before writing every single day will become a habit.
Can’t wait.

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