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Counting it all joy

July 17, 2017 by Jo Leave a Comment

 

This last weekend I met Heather.  She is the owner of Nashelle Jewelry. She was doing what I would call a ‘road show’ at the Bellevue Nordstrom.  At first I was drawn to the buzz around her display and the fact that she had pliers in her hand.  I stayed in the back and watched.

I have mentioned several times here on my internet space about the power of the women in my life.  Everyday I seem to be encouraged by a courageous, kind, friendly, spontaneous, loving woman.  Some are total strangers, some are as familiar as my warrior daughter.  I must also say that many of these women have strong, kind, passionate men in their lives.

Anyway, Heather and Skye were making custom jewelry with different charms, hand stamping words and initials, making something awesome. As the crowd cleared I entered their space and the energy was good. There was a man working with them, but I missed his name. Any one that knows me, knows I already have personal jewelry I wear daily: I love a phrase, a word, a symbol that helps remind me of all the goodness in my life. I hung around for a while, talking about the process and in the end said, ‘I would like something but not sure what yet.’ And I walked away.

 

Walking away was hard. This hometown business out of Bend, Oregon had stolen my heart a little like the new family puppy. (A grand puppy, mind you, he goes home with our daughter and her hubby after a visit.) Confession: I love to shop. There, I said it out loud here in my out loud space. Its a hobby, kinda like a golfer’s habit.  And to walk, when there was something awesome happening with those pliers, was hard.

 

Meet Hank, a new joy in my life.

 

Heather Nashelle, she is doing something good.  Eor every piece of jewelry sold, a meal is donated. She has six kids. I’m thinking just at home, there are enough mouths to feed. What a heart to feed others beyond her kitchen table.

Yep, bought a bracelet and had to go back day 2 and order another. Thing is, she remembered me and said she had thought about me as she closed out her previous night.  Surprised I said, “What were you thinking about?” Her response summed up exactly my experience teaching fitness classes.

“I was thinking about each of us and how we are now connected. ”

 

 

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Jody, time for dinner!

June 20, 2017 by Jo Leave a Comment

1974 Spokane Expo–taken with a Brownie camera

 

When I was little, my mom used to open the living room window of our split level house and yell for us to come home.  With few fences on ‘The Loop’ my boundary was set by how far my mom’s voice carried through our neighborhood. Her voice can still be prominent in my head:  ‘I love you’, ‘lock your car doors’,  ‘you are smart’,  ‘don’t get your hopes up’, ‘a job not done well is a job not done’.  I could write an essay on just these last two sentences she spoke many times. Not giving myself room to fail has really stopped me to just.get.started.

Over the years, many influences have been added to my thoughts.  My father-in-law left behind a legacy of empowering words both written and spoken.  You can read more about that here. Some of his directives included these: ‘you can do anything you set your mind to’, ‘knock and the door will be answered’, ‘integrity matters’.

Sometimes when I didn’t hear the dinner call, another neighborhood kid would ride by me on their bike: ‘your mom is yelling for you to come home!’ Oops, apparently I had wandered out of bounds. I might still do that…

A recent situation reminded me that sometimes you have to move past your internal boundaries.  Getting advice from a single person too close to the situation can lead to a discussion slanted by their personal, emotional experience. Stepping beyond a myopic opinion to include other counselors can help you make a more informed, less emotional decision and discover a better path.

Who are the voices leading you?  The story in your head directs your moves; make sure you have many trusted people who encourage you to move forward and live your best life.

 

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It might be a Celine Dion song

March 24, 2017 by Jo Leave a Comment

Women & Wine, Kathy Womack https://www.kwomack.com

 

More and more I appreciate the women in my life.   I have childhood friends who know my whole story: you know, even those bits you mostly never talk about but still affect who you are. I still have a connection with my college roommate that to this day I cherish.  And then there is the mom friend I met at a school parent meeting. This was a friendship built over many volunteer hours.

I have developed great relationships in my neighborhood over bunco dice and shared walks through our local streets. One girlfriend I met during our years building an Amway business and today we share a common interest of helping people get fit. Amazing co-workers have come into my life, and stayed after the work was done. Connections have developed from the classes I have taught.  And the women in my family: daughter, sister-in-laws, cousins, mother-in-law, have become lifelong confidants.

So Many Amazing Women.

A close friend can be a listening ear, hearing a long story, with detail after detail because sometimes you. just. have. to. say. it. all.   A friend can provide a good laugh.  A friend can nudge a shift in perspective and encourage looking beyond your own thoughts or beliefs.  Having a chance to hang out with fabulous women and hearing what they have to say can really be a positive, enriching experience.

Don’t be afraid to say yes to someone new in your life.   It is worth it to share you life with a great group of women, large or small. Even if they don’t all know each other. Even if they all know each other.

Thank you girlfriends, old and new.  You lift me up.

And then I just realized I am getting a little sappy and might have just quoted a line from this:

♫ Celine Dion ► Because you Loved me ♫

I’ll stop typing now before we end up with a link to Bette Midler, too. Because referencing my friends being my wind might get a little weird.

 

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Mood rings, corn dogs & plans for 2017

January 5, 2017 by Jo Leave a Comment

When I see New Year’s resolutions, goals for 2017 and other posts about the months ahead, they mostly make me smile.  I love seeing a work in progress, progressing. One made me pause.  I think my old mood ring would have turned a little blue reading it: “be my best self in front of my daughter.”

I grew up on the outskirts of Seattle. We were about a 20-minute drive on I-5 to the downtown Sears.  My mom would call in a catalog order from the Big Book. I almost always went with her to pick up the packages. Sometimes there would be a promise of a hand battered corn dog from one of the store’s upper floors. Side note: probably good that I don’t have a deep fryer because I still love ’em. On one trip, I can remember my mom being rude to a clerk at Will Call because our order wasn’t ready as promised. Probably that wasn’t her best self. Because it’s 2017 I should probably insert the smirking smiley face emoji here…and hashtag #reallife

Mammas, it’s ok to let your kids see you BE YOU: not perfect, maybe a little sad, maybe hot mad, maybe overjoyed or overcome with emotion. Yes, your family needs you to be the rock on solid foundation.  Yes, your people need to be able to depend on you being steady. Emotional stability can bring a lot of comfort to a home: people like knowing what to expect when they come through your door.

I get this mamma’s ambition. Still today, I want to be a positive role model in my adult daughter’s life. Fact: I am not always. However, wouldn’t it serve her better if I worked to be my best self in front of everyone?

Wouldn’t it serve her better if I worked to be my best self, for myself?

And back to Sears: next to the corn dog stand was a big glass vending machine with a claw that let you grab a plastic bubble holding a prize.  I think it cost a quarter, which was a lot when I was 5. (Yikes, that would have been 1968.) I wanted the one with the mood ring in it, really bad.

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