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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 35 :: win and lose

4 Feb
{next year}

It’s always hard to lose. And that’s the hardest part of sports, sporting or being a sports fan. Someone always loses. “There’s always next year,” was coined for a night like this.

And yet, on the other side, there is a winner. A first-time victory and the joy of bringing home a trophy. History in the record books. So many elated sports fans. The first taste of victory.

It’s the light and the dark. The sun and the shade. One needs the other to exist. For that contrast.

Tonight I felt that contrast as my heart beat so fast inside of me I could barely breathe. I so wanted the Patriots to win. Not because the team has been there before. Not because it was Tom Brady, the GOAT in the game. Not because I have watch him play since his days at Michigan or because we spent most of our adult life in Boston. It was because Justin was at the game.

I just wanted them to win so that he could see it. Experience it. Take it all in.

Of course, this is where you say, “Oh, it’s just a game.” And it is. But it’s making me think about JOY — and what it takes to feel joyful — do we need the low to understand the high? Does the winner need the loser to feel victory? 

The answer is most likely, yes, in both instances.

And yet, it sucks to lose. In the whatever game you play. Always. But the point may be to find joy in the game. To honor the ability to play. Or to just be there. Win or lose.

Congratulations Philly – may you enjoy every moment of this joyous occasion.
And… for the rest of us…there’s always next year 😉

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy}
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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!!)

Lovemore,
Jamie

{dreams}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 38 :: winning

7 Feb

Day 38. Mama Sling.

Tonight, the Denver Broncos won Superbowl 50. Mama Sling would have been happy.

Very happy.

So much so, my father and sister both texted me after the game saying just as much. Which I think is so perfect – like Mama Sling was right there watching the game with all of us.

And that feels like winning to me (even if it’s not the team I wanted to go to the big game).

To be honest, I would have my team lose if it meant seeing my mom again, cheering on her team, squealing with those high pitched giggles, scolding John Elway and then cheering him on again, all the while holding her breath for the final game-winning kick.

Of course, tonight’s game wasn’t quite that dramatic. There were more flags than footballs (certainly more penalties than touchdowns). But the image of my mother holding her breath, squealing, cheering and laughing with glee came back to me all the same. Like she was right here. In so many ways she was. Is. Will continue to be.

Because we never really lose what we think we have lost.
And maybe that’s the point of this big old silly game we all play anyway.

P.S. I did my yoga 😉

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

{playing?}
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