Let the Beauty We Love Be What We Do
I received a phone call today from one of my partners that I’m developing a weight release product with. She had me on a call last Tuesday to share my hiking experience that I also shared here in the Trail to Change post.
There I shared the entire experience and some of my own story about overcoming a deep loathing for my body and learning to cherish and love it these past years.
It was the first time I shared any portion of my story with several strangers NOT in written form where I could censor and filter and feel safely tucked away behind the page.
Today I received my first taste of what this is all really about. Yes, it’s about my healing and what I can accomplish through embracing these new and daunting experiences and squeezing every ounce of awakening from them…
“One of the women on our call phoned me today,” my partner began. “She visited the Statue of Liberty this week and as she stood at the base of the monument, she looked up at the 354 stairs and thought to herself, ‘No way, I can’t do it.’ But then she began climbing, though with each new step she didn’t think she could go on.
“She said it was the hardest thing she’d ever done in her life. But you know what Jaime?”
“What?” I asked, hoping against hope for what she would say next.
“She made it to the top, and because she thought of you and your story every step of the way.”
I can’t form words around the welling in my heart when I heard that.
I just got pictures from our resident photographer in Cancun. Just wanted to share! So many good memories…
Here’s me and Rachel, my best friend:
Working through my current healing process has brought me into an uncanny synchronicity in my life where I will experience something and then within a couple days, have to read or write about it (I am a ghost writer on some self-help projects and such).
For instance, today I had to write a lesson for a weight release course on “Releasing Our Victim Story.” Though it somewhat escaped me at the time, this past Sunday I had an experience that allowed me to tell my victim story, acknowledge it, and begin to disconnect and let it go.
It also helped me acknowledge that I have more than one victim story! Ugh…
A new friend of mine invited me out to Santa Barbara for the day, to enjoy some time at the beach and then hike up to a mountain peak where he had spread his dog’s ashes. I happily agreed, figuring it would be a fun day. I had no idea what I was in for (that’s becoming a theme with me, isn’t it?) and, as has been usual with my life experiences of late, a huge lesson and healing awaited me in the dust and dirt of that mountain trail.
When we reached the base of the trail, I had a minor panic attack.

I shared in my last post that I was writing it on my flight home from Cancun, Mexico. What I didn’t share was that I wrote it from my seat in First Class, which I had gotten free simply by asking and allowing.
Let me explain. I believe in the power of the Law of Attraction. Not because one can think a thing and then it appears, or that if I tell myself something enough that it will come true. But rather that I can produce a frame of reference, a way for seeing the world, where at a gut instinctual level, I have learned that I get what I attract and am responsible for everything in my life – if not the event, then my reaction to and perception of it.
I’ve used the Law of Attraction in serious ways to build my business and attract healing for my grief. I’ve also used it in playful ways to make a left turn when the traffic onslaught is unending or to rent my choice movie when it’s been rented clean out for days on end.
And I found, while vacationing in Cancun, that there is an entirely higher level to the process that I “tripped into.” For lack of a better term, I’ll call it Flow.

As I write this, I sit on a plane bound home from Cancun Mexico. I was in this beautiful (if not also caustic after a fashion) seaside city for the past 14 days. I had come for sea and sand and fun, as well as for a business seminar. But I got far more than I bargained for. And only a week and a half after my life-changing experience in Irvine, life seemed fit to continue the thread.
Arriving with my best friend and colleague, Rachel Rofe, we stayed our first two nights at a sleepy, quaint hotel just north of the popular Downtown area of the Hotel Zone in Cancun. After our first full day of sunshine, blessed Caribbean seawater, and a rip-roaring good time at Senor Frog’s that evening, we both reveled in our good fortune. If Day One was any clue as to the quality of our trip, we were in for the best time of our lives!
And we were.
While at Christine’s Rules for Renegades Summit, I received several inspirational and empowering tidbits I’d like to share:
Three days ago, I went to Irvine, California (I live in Los Angeles) to attend one of my client’s seminars. Christine Comaford-Lynch was launching her first Rules for Renegades Summit. I will cover some of the inspirational things I learned there from transformational speakers like Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Dave Lakhani, and more in future posts. Because right now I want to talk about what happened after the first day of the seminar…
And no, it wasn’t because I drank too much. I sat with two gentlemen, chatting about business, when the conversation turned to spirituality. One of them asked me if he could be honest for a moment. “Of course,” I responded, slightly apprehensive of what would come next.

This blog chronicles my life as a willful, sometimes fearless woman navigating a new self-awareness.
I have many facets, many things to heal, and many more things to celebrate.
This is my exploration of each.
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