Recently I was journaling and reflecting on how a year ago I started a layer. And a year before that I started a different layer. And the year before that… etc.
FOUR YEARS AGO I STARTED.
Four years ago, while sitting on an airplane with a crushed hand, on the way home from a totally VIP rockstar trip to Vegas, I sat there with a pad of paper and an idea. Continue reading “You’ll Wish You Had Started Today”
I was 24 before I was ever taken on a real date.
Like the guy had it planned, picked me up at my house and took me out sort of date.
I had my first “official” boyfriend when I was 16, so that’s almost 10 years before meeting someone who was actually a gentleman and planned a date. Continue reading “A Real Date”
I was worried all day. I planned as much as I could because I thought that might help.
I puke all of my guts up in the car before we even go in.
I was going to pass out. I knew it. Continue reading “My Tattoo”
Real talk. I’ve been going through some shit lately.
Before you get all “Oh my gosh Jamie, WHAT’S WRONG”; please let me explain, nothing is wrong.
When I say, ‘going through some shit’, yes, I mean some not so easy realizations and decisions, which have led to lots of feelings, some darkness, and a lot of stress.
None of those are negative things though, friends! Continue reading “Going Through Some Shit”
He cornered me in the shop. Everyone else was going inside to go to bed; the party was over, it was after 2 am. He had barely spoken two words to me the whole night, a man that I used to believe wholeheartedly was mine forever. And he cornered me saying, “I need you to answer these questions.”
I was taken back by this. I remember thinking… REALLY? We’ve been going back and forth about this for 7 years now, and we need to talk about it AGAIN? You still have questions?! Continue reading “Story Time”
I struggle with keeping the balance. I know it’s possible because I DO create it. I know that I operate better when I’m in a place of balance but the truth is, I must work hard at it.
You see, my instinct is to work my fingers to the bone until I can’t stand any more.
That’s what I’ve always known. I come from a world of hard working, blue collar badasses who work from sun up to sun down and don’t ever complain once because they do what they gotta do.
Continue reading “Keeping the Balance”