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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 9 – DAY 320 :: tell your story – 46 days to go

15 Nov


There are 46 days left of The Promise 365! Tonight I celebrate stories.

I have to admit, I have had my doubts about stopping this blog and ending this wonderful, crazy, daily adventure. Even though I know, in every cell of my being, that this is near completion and it is time for a happy ending. But my mind questions things. Mabe because this blog is like a limb of mine. 

Which brings me to today. We visited the Louisa May Alcott house in Concord, Massachusetts. I was in awe of the brown, colonial home, preserved so sweetly I expected Louisa to walk into the parlor and greet us, herself. Instead, we had a lovely young docent who guided us through the home site. She shared stories of the Alcott family that I wasn’t aware of and the transcendentalist beliefs they honored (including educating women!). 

But it was Louisa and her story, Little Women, that brought the family wealth and stability. The family was friends with many great thinkers of the time and influenced by Emerson, Waldon, and even Nathaniel Hawthorne, of House of Seven Gables fame. Ironically, we just toured that house last weekend. 

What I didn’t know was that Hawthorne spoke of women authors disparagingly, calling them “ink-stained Amazons” who were “without a single exception, detestable,” even forbidding his daughter from writing. 

Despite this, Louisa wrote and hew work chronicling life in the Concord house was it’s own shot heard round the world. Her works created wealth for her family and literature dreams for many little girls to follow. 

Today, while we were walking through Louisa’s house, I heard her whispers in my head. “Tell your story,” she said. “Share your words and touch the souls of others.”

I believe that is what I have done over these past nine years, and I hope Louisa is proud.  There is part of me that finds comfort in knowing words never end and stories live forever. 

Trust me!
More tomorrow.


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 62 :: everlasting joy

4 Mar
{oh, Oscar}

We just finished watching the Oscars and it has me thinking about the joy of movies. The power of story. And the imagination and fantasy that combine together to create moments that feel bigger than real life.

It also has me thinking that Joy is about those moments that last forever. The ones we replay over and over in our heads and our hearts — just like a movie.

It’s the scenes of our real life that matter most.
They are the best story ever told.

More tomorrow…


{live your story}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY :: 131 finding nemo

14 May


We watched fish swim today. Inside a pet store. As we stood there taking in all the different kinds of fish I pointed and yelled “Dory!” and then “Nemo!”

As we walked down the aisle I heard a small child yell the same thing behind me. And then another. “Dory!’ “Nemo!”

It made me think about the power of stories, and the universal search for family. Even stories about fish can bring out the true power of love in us human families. So on this Mother’s Day, I’m thinking about the power of love, and finding family in those we love. And those who love us back. Whether it is Moms, Grandmas, Mother-in-Laws or Fairy Godmothers.

Here’s to family. And Moms. All the moms who help us find our stories.

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 98 :: friday finales

8 Apr

Day 98: Crickey!

It’s the end of the week and I’ve officially finished two finales:
1. Downton Abbey (sob)
2. 11.22.63

It’s hard for me to say goodbye to endings. Especially the end of a great book with memorable characters who feel like people I have actually met in real life.

It’s a little easier when it’s a show on TV. Although, I have to say these two were doozies!

But here’s an ending that I do look forward to: FRIDAY!
And, with the week and my yoga done for the night… here comes the weekend.

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2014 BLOG – DAY 23 :: peak performance: mental

23 Jan

Sometimes peak performance is all mental.

And to that point, tonight I share this:

It’s all perspective isn’t it?
And optimism.
And the story we tell ourselves.

What stories are you telling yourself?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}

{what stories are you telling?}

Day 156: are you scared of the bear in your bathroom?

5 Jun

Question:  Are you scared of the bear in your bathroom?
No really, are you?

Today, all I could think about was grizzly bears as I sat in Terminal 8 of JFK Airport, tucked away in a little stall in a public bathroom.

Yes, I was on a toilet.

While on a toilet, I heard all of these really awful sounds ~ not those sounds ~ more like the sounds of things dropping, falling, banging and hitting the ground.

And let me tell you, I think there’s something unnerving about being tucked away in a bathroom stall sitting on a public toilet seat bearing it all with things dropping all around outside the door.

Turns out, it was just the cleaning crew, a klutzy one at that, who launched a sneak cleaning attack during my bathroom break unbeknownst to me.

It reminded me of the story my Mom told me about being a little girl visiting Yellowstone National Park.

You see, her family vacationed there often and it was during Yellowstone’s heyday of a plentiful bear population roaming the park.

Bears were everywhere. 

On the roadside (where people would feed them right outside their rolled down car windows!) in the park and walking the campgrounds.

It was on one of these family vacations where my mother got caught with her pants down (or dress up ~ she never told me what she was wearing) with a bear in the bathroom.

She was a little girl following her mother into the Yellowstone public restroom.   Actually, she was in a stall when the furry fury began.

Four big hairy feet walked right in front of her stall door.
Then the screaming began and she saw lots of feet running out the women’s restroom door.

She was caught with nowhere to go.
So was my grandmother.

Her mother in the stall next door whispered instructions under the shared stall wall.  “Juanita!  Stand on your toilet seat, don’t move and stay quiet.”

So she did.
Nervous and shaking and frozen my mother stood on top of that toilet seat praying for her little life.

The bear eventually moved on after making lots of growling and groaning bear sounds all throughout the bathroom, and of course my mother and grandmother lived to tell the tale over and over again.

Which brings me back to today.

There I was “bearing” it all on my public toilet seat in the middle of JFK Airport when all sorts of unsettling sounds began clanking and cranking around me.

My first gut reaction, my flight or fight thought was:

I know, ridiculous.
Not possible.  Absolutely crazy talk.

It was the fear that rose inside my head, first.

Of course the thought passed just as soon as it appeared, as coherent and rationale thoughts caught up to me.

So, it was, on a toilet seat, in this year of taking care of my head, heart, body & soul, I was reminded about the power of stories. 

They are the basis of what we tell ourselves everyday, the ones we live with, the ones we have inherited and the ones we invent.

In fact, here’s the story that I am hoping to write this year, during The Promise 365:  It’s called You can do anything, for one year  ~ that includes not shopping for clothes or shoes and writing a blog post every single day.

And, I know you can do the same with whatever you want to accomplish too.

So, here’s to your stories, to your dreams, and to overcoming the “bears” that scare you in the bathroom.  Because in the end, they are just stories.

As for this one, I’m predicting a happy ending.
As long as those furry feet don’t catch me in the bathroom. 

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