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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 34 :: the joy of pats

3 Feb
{twas the night before}

‘Twas the night before the Super Bowl and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a Pats fan. And when I say Pats fan, I mean Justin. He is as giddy as a little boy on Christmas morning. In a few hours, Justin will board a plane for Minneapolis for a date with destiny. Thanks to a few cousins and some lucky last minute tickets.

The funny thing is, he has been waiting his entire life for this day. His favorite team and the Super Bowl all culminating into one big game in a brand, grand new stadium. It’s everything the little boy in him always dreamed of — especially when the Patriots were terrible. Like…. really terrible. For years. Decades. Yet, he has remained strong and steadfast. Always a believer.

It’s easy to forget those years now… the New England Patriots are a dynasty in the making. If not already a legend and a legacy. But there were days when the team was only this special in the hearts of little boys and a few grown men.

One of those little boys who is now a grown man, will be in a seat at the stadium that Minneapolis built. Rooting for his team. From the sidelines. Just like he always has… with passion in his soul and hope in his heart.

And that reminds me…this is what JOY is made of.

What a joy to see someone’s dream come true.
Priceless, really.

More tomorrow… (Go Pats!!)



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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 36 :: super duper bowl 

5 Feb

Of the best kind.

Tonight my heart hurts in such a good way. Mostly because I believe in never giving up. And tonight I saw it happen before my eyes. 

And that has me thinking…
Maybe the KINDEST thing we can possibly do for ourselves is to never give up? 

Never give up. Never give up. Never, ever give up. 

More tomorrow….
P.S. Kindness Challenge #5: Listen Deeply
If you choose to accept this challenge, please join me in

  • There is Listening. And there is Listening… and THEN there is LISTENING. 
  • How deeply can you listen this week?


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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 32 :: what’s the score

1 Feb
I’ve been in an airport since this morning, before the sun rose. The Blizzard has rerouted and rearranged my plans, along with many others. But it’s good to know that the Super Bowl goes on… as evidenced by everyone huddled around TV’s throughout the airport.

Including me.
Until now.

I just realized I have less than an hour before my flight leaves and I need to post my blog (or I will miss the window for today, and I won’t let that stop this 5-year writing streak!).

So I had to pull myself away from the game. I have no idea what the score is while I’m over here in this corner of the airport writing, sucking up juice from an outlet to keep my computer running. I can hear the cheers and boos coming from afar but I have no idea what they mean. Of course I’m hoping it’s for the Pats good fortune but I am surrounded by Seahawks fans so…..

And then something hit me! As I pulled myself away from the crowd I see something beautiful. Further proof that we are all connected. We are all plugged into this game (well, most of us) one way or another. Whether it’s for the team, the commercials, or as my friend Laura said about her kids, they care more about the food!

Speaking of commercials. I am beyond moved by these Coke ads. The brand has taken the Big Game and turned it into a platform for a big message. One that we all know is true = what we say to each other matters so let’s talk about things we all want to hear.

And while Coke wants us to hear a message to crave more sugar, I know what we all really crave is love. I know this from my own trials and tests. When my body craves something sweet what I really want is some LOVE. Or something I can’t have, like a hug from my mom. Give me some sugar! As Kid President says.

We are all connected. But it’s being connected to our hearts that matters most. That’s the big game. So while I have no idea what the score is right now, I do know this:  when we all live from our heart, from a place of love, everybody wins.


More tomorrow. 

 {what is your sugar?}

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 18 :: pats-tastic bliss

18 Jan
So….. that was a day full of football. And some serious bliss (and panic) inducing games, especially if you are a Seahawks fan. Over here we are in Patriot bliss! That game was Pats-tastic! Holy Patrimony!

Ironically we are Patriots fans living in Seahawks territory who happen to be related to some serious “Hawks” fans. (Every time they talk about the 12th man I think they are referring to Tom Brady.)

Tonight, when we shared both of our teams victory over the phone, Justin tried to get his little niece to say “Go Pats!” and he promised that he would say, “Go Hawks!”  Being a young Seahawks fan and a smart little cookie her response was, “You go first.”

As Vince Lombardi said, “People who work together will win.”

So bring on this family splitting Superbowl Sunday. At least we have a few weeks to prepare, and tease, and root on Number 12 …. Tom Brady that is!

Go Pats. 

More tomorrow. 

 {what team brings you bliss?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 33 :: the power of #12

2 Feb

Before I down some NyQuil the power of winning is on my mind. 

And #12.
Where we just came from #12 meant winning in the form of Tom Brady. Now, in the Pacific Northwest, #12 means something else.

The Twelfth Man.

Tonight, it also meant an incredibly boring game but a really amazing win.

And, I believe no matter the team or the coast the fans do make a difference.

I’ve written about this before. It’s based on The Joy of Sox.

The Joy of Sox describes the power of invisible forces, energy and fans. You can read more here. Need more proof, check out this video on metronomes syncing.

I might be sneezing and coughing but my heart goes out to all the Seahawks fans.
Here’s to #12 for 2014.

(And may 2015 be in favor of Tom Brady and The Pats.)

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}

{do you believe in the power of fans?}

Congratulations Seattle!

Day 37: just zumba

6 Feb

While the entire country was under a snow blanket and observing the ritual of  Super Bowl XLV, I did something astounding…

I attempted to Zumba.
At Day 2 of the Integrative Nutrition Conference, an announcement came over the loud speaker: Zumba break.

A Zumba-what?
I honestly didn’t know what that meant. As everyone stood up around me, I thought, “great, I’ll get in a little stretch, warm up my muscles after sitting…”

The woman on stage began stretching, and we followed.
So far so good. Just a little stretch of the arms. It felt great.
After all, I had done Pocket Yoga on my iPhone in my hotel room before the conference started so was already warmed up and ready to go. This was child’s play.

She began bouncing back and forth.
I followed. Her legs began moving faster, side to side, arms moving up and down, limbs crossing over each other, in sequence with the music, faster, faster, faster. Boom, boom, boom.

I couldn’t keep up. My legs crossed over each other, my body swung the wrong way, as I turned and realized I was pointing in the wrong direction, looking at everyone else in the room, all 2,000 people.

Yeah, that would be right about the time I realized:  I suck at this.
I stopped and scanned the rest of the room. It was Zumberous, all 2,000 people look Zumbarific, moving at the same time.

Something went sideways in me.
I could either keep dancing/zumbaing/moving along.
Or, I could sit down to heal my wounded, two-left-footed ego.

The voice in the back of my head said throw in the towel girlfriend!

You might be able to play basketball, ski down a 3,000 foot high mountain and downward dog it all day long, but you ain’t got no Zumba muscle.

I almost sat down.
Right about the time my heart kicked in and screamed back, “DANCE!”

I realized I could travel through another dimension:
A dimension not only of sight but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s a sign post up ahead, your next stop: The Zumba Zone.

I closed my ears, opened my eyes, and danced.
It was fun. This must be what it feels like to be in a flash mob, the power of 2,000 people bouncing, moving, dancing, swaying. It filled the room. It felt great.

Later in the day, Andrea Beaman, spoke to the crowd.
Andrea told her story of writing 165 book agents and 20 publishers to chase the dream of writing her first book.  She received 165 “no” answers from book agents and 20 “declines” from publishers.

But, it didn’t stop her.
She listened to her internal voice, the one that called her to write a book, and decided to publish it herself. She then went on to star on Top Chef and now has her own show FED UP! and latest book Health Is Wealth, among many other amazing feats…

All because she listens to her internal voice — not the external one.

Here is Andrea’s recipe for success that she shared:
1) Pay attention to your intuition (internal voice)
2) Shush up the second voice
3) Take consistent daily action
4) Once you take action keep moving forward no matter what

Today, I almost missed my Zumba moment.
Because that external voice, the one that sees me from the outside, the one that gets embarrassed, the one that doesn’t want to make a mistake, didn’t want to be uncomfortable.

I Zumba’d anyway.
Sure, I was a little behind in the moves, a little off on my timing, a little out of control, and a lot silly looking.

What did I learn?
To keep moving forward you have to shut up and dance.

Day 16: day of worship

16 Jan

Today is a day of worship in my house… er, apartment.
The New England Patriots worshiping kind.

It is a religion of sorts. It is indeed the chosen doctrine of my favorite man, Justin, who enjoys the weekly sermon on the mount (correction: 50 yard line).

Let me share a very important piece of data: my birthday is January 26th.

Which labels me an Aquarius. It also means as a child I endured the full swing of football season smack dab in the middle of my birthday season, and sometimes the Super Bowl landed directly on my day of celebration. (In these years specifically: 2003, 1997, 1992, 1986)

Yes. 1986.
Just what every 12 year old girl wishes for: a Super Bowl birthday party.
Lucky me!

There’s nothing that says happy birthday better than a 10 minute half-time show to hurry up and open the gifts you’ve been anticipating all year long.

I should be clear: I like football. I just like all the wrong things.

I notice the uniform colors, the promotions, all of the brands advertising.
This comes directly from my experience in the world of sports marketing and promotions. I can’t help it, it’s just how my brain works, analyzing the behind-the-scenes, the production, the product.

I usually miss the game part of the game.

I also notice this in the man I love: Justin gets just as excited about the latest New England game stats as I do about the latest Max Mara coat, Joes Jeans or Levenger paper products.

My form of worship takes place in the mall and in the glossy pages of catalogs.

Maybe we all have our own brand of a promised land?
This year, I am trying my hand at a promise. My promise to take the year off from my form of “worship” in order to be more aware, and to invest that energy into my head, heart, body and soul.

What is yours?
And if you took a year off from it, where would you invest your time and energy?
I’m not suggesting you should… just asking the question.

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