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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 25 :: this gift

25 Jan

Day 25. This gift. 

It’s almost an hour until my birthday begins. So this gift is on me, to you, if you like free yoga that is. 


Okay, maybe that’s not the biggest gift ever given… but I am starting to think that this year of yoga could be the best gift I ever gave to myself. Of course the jury is out for about another 340 days.

I have to admit, tonight, I didn’t feel like any sort of downward dog. And that’s the power of a promise. It’s a nudge, a kick in the pants, a reminder of what I said I would do, every single day. So I did my yoga. And I felt better once it was done. 

And that brings me to this: my Mama Sling. I realized in the middle of my downward, upward, sun salutations that what I really wanted was a hug from my mom. On the eve of my birthday my thoughts center on her – what was she thinking, doing, dreaming, hoping, bracing herself for in these moments before I came into the world just after the clock struck midnight. (I did break her tailbone, so maybe it’s best that we not relive that particular moment in time.)

As long as she’s been gone I still long for these moments with her, how she would retell the story of my birth (all ten, wrinkled, roly-poly pounds of me). And yet, the older I get, the more I find my birthday story is really her story. After that day, the rest of my days are my own promises to keep.

So tonight I bought myself an early birthday gift. A new pen.
To write the rest of my story. 

More tomorrow. 


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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 49 :: art lives on

18 Feb
I was nominated (thank you Julia McLemore) to be a part of the Art Challenge. I’m honestly still trying to figure out what the rules are and what that means. But it has me thinking about art.

I love art.

Always have, since I was tiny. I mean TINY. A little girl drawing dresses in pencil on the only piece of paper I could find when I was bored while all the all the adults watched TV.

Art moves me. In so many ways. Words do too. I consider words medicine. Words can heal or hurt. Words can float your heart or sink your soul. Words are very precious and powerful. In fact, some people should have to go to WORD SCHOOL just like I had to take a #%*&(%& DRIVING TEST.

I don’t mean Word School as in grammar school. I mean how-to-use-your-words-to-uplift-others school. I mean how-not-to-bully school. I mean how-to-soothe-with-words school.

My Mama Sling taught me to never say anything I didn’t mean – and never to say a mean word.  Or to take it back immediately if I did.

But that’s the problem with words — once they are out, they are OUT there for the universe, or email, or phone messages to hold. Which is why this little blog here (going on 5 freaking years) is so astounding hard and sometimes embarrassing for me to re-read.

When I read posts from five years it feels like reading my childhood diary. What was I thinking? Why did I write that? Why did I DO that?

So this is the point in this blog post where I get to the point. Sometimes art isn’t obvious. Sometimes art is beautiful and amazing or freaky and unforgettable. But it doesn’t matter. It’s always an act of self expression.

And, that, my dears, sometimes takes a bold-ass move. Not just to create self expression, but to share self expression with the world.

Even if it’s only through words.
So, Art Challenge, consider this my first submission. Or post if you will.
Art lives on.

More tomorrow.

  {what art do you create?}

2014 BLOG – DAY 61 :: how not to give up …or (holy) blessed socks

2 Mar

It was a year ago that I gave up.

It was February 2013 when my thyroid reared it’s bumpy head. As soon as the shock wore off I gave up. I stopped working on key projects I had on my plate and I stopped writing the manuscript I had been working on.

I just didn’t have it in me to continue. Not while I was in “the waiting place” trying to figure out which foot to put forward. Actually, I was trying to figure out which direction was forward.

As we know, everything turned out fine. Surgery, results, all benign! Whew! And that’s when I began writing again.

Ironically, just as February closed out last week, just a year later, another bump made itself known inside my body. Consequently, I again stopped my morning ritual of writing.

But this weekend I woke up with an epiphany.

Coined by Stephen Pressfield, the concept applies to all creators:
“Resistance is experienced as fear; the degree of fear equates to the strength of Resistance. Therefore the more fear we feel about a specific enterprise, the more certain we can be that that enterprise is important to us and to the growth of our soul. That’s why we feel so much Resistance. If it meant nothing to us, there’d be no Resistance.”

― Steven PressfieldThe War of Art: Break Through the Blocks & Win Your Inner Creative Battles

Is it ironic that I have run into two bumps in the road in the month of February? One year apart? Right in the middle of my best writing streak ever?

Is it resistance?
Maybe. Maybe not.

One thing is for sure. This time, I am not giving up. No matter the outcome or diagnosis, I am pushing through. I am writing. I will finish the manuscript. I will continue with my schedule. I will continue go to the gym. I won’t break my stride.

So today I returned to the gym and my peak performance schedule. As I undressed to take a shower I looked down at my toes.

Right there, before me, was a holy blessing:

(holy sock compliments of Brady)

And it confirmed exactly what was going through my mind:

Ain’t nothin’ gonna to break my stride
Nobody’s gonna slow me down, oh-no
I got to keep on movin’

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}

{how do you keep moving?}

Day 213: what i’ve bought this year

1 Aug

It’s August. It is Day 213.
We are officially over the hump.  The year is unbelievably more than half over.

The Olympics are on!
Summer heat is on!
And, my promise to be lovemore-fearless is still on.

As I sit here tonight, remembering where I was a year ago — specifically, in the middle of my promise not to shop for 365 days — I am now taking stock of all I have bought in my shoes and clothes category this second year.

  • Jeans
  • Yoga pants
  • Yoga top
  • Black shoes
  • Two cotton long sleeve tops
  • Hat (for the intense sun in the grand canyon)

And, I think that’s about it. I never would have — could have — guessed that my year of not shopping would squelch my passion for fashion.

Actually, it didn’t.

To be honest, I am now way more interested in good design and a great fit over seasonal sales, 50% off or other markdown marketing tactics.

But, more than anything else, I have realized this: it was never about the shopping.

It has always been about the act of writing every day, having a discipline that made me stick like glue to my promise, and having a goal that was completely measurable and under my control.  That is what changed my life.

What could change yours?

Day 157: how to stay creative and stop being perfect

6 Jun

I have to admit, I feel my writing can be pretty drab and not very creative sometimes.  Sure, there are days when I read a blog post and think… wow! I did it!

But, that doesn’t happen all the time, in fact, not most of the time.

And, I’m okay with it, because my goal is just to write everyday as I go along this journey.

To produce.  To publish.  To “ship” as Seth Godin would say.

But, today, when I stumbled upon this fancy, dancy little cartoon my eyes grew big and bulgy.  It’s aptly titled: How To Break Out Of A Creative Rut from the brains over at Copyblogger.

There is so much I have learned in this daily writing assignment of my promise.  One top lesson is this — I have to stop trying to be perfect. 

Perfectionism is a disease.
And such a hard habit to kick.

But, one that is crucial to get over — especially for those of us who write and publish and ship everyday.

As it says below…“If you try too hard to avoid failure you’ll avoid succes.”

That said — creativity is the best answer to a little drabby anything — be it writing, clothes, food or the weather.

So, please enjoy this fun overview of how to get your creative on!

Then …go get some creative on.


How to Break Out of a Creative Rut

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