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SPINNING, OR NOT……….THE SPIN

Everybody has a story. And, as I get older (and wiser), I “see through” pretentiousness. At least, I THINK I do. And that is all that matters. To me. Haha. I am beginning to see that when people choose to be pretentious, it is mean to people that are not worthy of the presentation or just “LEFT OUT”.

Stories vary, according to the storyteller. And, I have heard some doozies. The “spin” is all over the place, and I want to say, “Wait a minute, didn’t you just say…….” I don’t. I just let them go on while I smell something fishy. It has nothing to do with truth. This week, a friend of mine died. You should read the memorial that was written. I could not believe what I was reading. Because I was there. I know a lot of the truth. But the spin was interesting. Most of what was left out. Was that mean to those who were omitted? Was it intentional? I don’t know.

I am finding that ex-pats (expatriates) in France – or anywhere – have reasons why they are ex-pats. You should hear some of the spins I hear. It always makes me wonder why I am an ex-pat. What is my spin? Oops. What is her spin? What is his spin? Oops. If someone is on Facebook, you can get an idea of spins by reading what is really going on by the memes and posts they choose to post. Otherwise, you are on your own with conversation topics and the presentation of a person’s lifestyle. Is what they are saying in keeping with their choice of apparel, how they look, where they live, what they are eating for lunch, and such. I do it – study spins – because I enjoy it. I like truth, and I like for a person to try to tell the truth or try to tell accurately the facts. Maybe there is no truth because facts fluctuate.

And then there are the political spins in ALL countries. But that is another whole “ball of wax”, as my grandmother would say……… I call it “propaganda”.

It is all exhausting.

Yesterday, I went to my favorite restaurant for lunch. I sat in my favorite corner, against a velvet curtain and the wall. And, while I was there, I watched an old lady (I am probably older than she was). She was walking with a gorgeous cane. Her hands shook as she held the menu. Her hands had diamonds on her fingers with gold bracelets on her arms. Before she ordered off the menu, she asked (in French) the server to straighten three pictures on the wall. I did not understand the French request, but the server straightened three framed pictures. I saw the owner of the restaurant see the server straighten the pictures and ask a question. After the pictures were straight, the lady ordered lunch with Pellegrino water. She did not order the special of the day. I did. After a dessert off the menu, she was finished.

I left before she did, but I knew that – with all of my problems and my spin (which changes every time I speak), I am better off than she is. My hands do not shake when I hold a menu. My cane was furnished by a hospital in Nice. I have diamonds that I chose not to wear for security reasons. I don’t like bracelets. They bug me.

So, I have NO answers. Just a lot of questions. So, I will leave you with a poem that I got off Facebook that I like. A LOT. Many thanks to the original poster – a friend of mine.

“My dear,

In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.

In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.

In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.

I realized, through it all, that…

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

Truly yours,

Albert Camus”

Best, JAY

PARIS UPDATE

just because I like it…..

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This has been a wonderful week of catchup for me with lots of ups and downs. No comment. And now I am asking you to sit in the dark with me in case we are either one having difficulty seeing the bright side. Something or other triggers that recurring doom-and-gloom and then I have to pick myself up, dust myself off, and start over. You would think a Jillian times would be enough, but noooooooo. Here it comes again…..

Actually, it was a good week. I had a successful trip to see my general practitioner. I had a good health report. My blood pressure is behaving (sorta). I found a coffee and pastry shop open (most close in July and August). I feel qualified to sit down with you.

I got some flower photos.

I read about the Cannes Film Festival and remembered my time there with Jamie in 2017…

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PARIS UPDATE

I got some flower photos.

I read about the Cannes Film Festival and remembered my time there with Jamie in 2017, and found this fun to read (see below).

“The legendary Hollywood director Steven Spielberg and his wife Kate Capshaw are cruising off the Mediterranean coast, but it’s not been confirmed that they will pay a visit to the Cannes Film Festival. The director, who’s 74, is the owner of the Seven Seas, one of the world’s most luxurious super yachts which he bought in 2010 for 200 million dollars. The couple enjoyed a discreet dinner at the Hotel du Cap in Antibes earlier this week and it wouldn’t be a surprise if they make an appearance on the red carpet.

There are two competition films today. “La Fracture” or “The Divide” from the French director Catherine Corsini, stars Pio Marmai and Valeria Bruni-Tedeschi as a couple on the verge of a break up who find themselves in a hospital emergency department as a huge demonstration is taking place in Paris. Meanwhile, Paul Verhoeven’s biographical drama “Benedetta” stars Virginie Efira as a novice 17th century nun who joins an Italian convent and starts a love affair with another woman. Charlotte Rampling and Lambert Wilson also feature. Both films are in French with English subtitles.

Lunch at my favorite restaurant in the neighborhood.

I ordered and got at LA POSTE my updated French checkbook with my new/old current address on the checks for the doctors who require a check or cash (requiring euros in the account. Oops).

I walked more than before and am taking an honest look at the role I play in my own suffering. Oops. Worry less and believe more.

IT was “Fashion Week” in Paris.

“Fashion Week” is happening in Paris (PFW). That is a happening that I have heard of all my life and dreamed of wearing designs from the Paris people. Actually, I think the designers like Armani and others that I love are from Italy and work out of Fashion Week in Milan. But I don’t know a lot about any of them. I have read up on some of it and want to include some information here. When I was practicing law, I wore Armani suits – in navy and black and grey. I had several in my wardrobe. I still have most of them in my closet, but I seldom put them on anymore. This is what I have discovered. It is interesting (I think.)

There are four important fashion weeks, often referred to as the “Big 4”: New York, Paris, London and Milan. But Paris is home to the industry’s first-ever organized “fashion week”. Since its inception in 1973, the event has been an unmissable rendez-vous for all fashion lovers, both in France and worldwide. While the official title is “Semaine des Créateurs de Mode”, the Paris Fashion Week, or PFW, is the most commonly used expression.

The events at Paris Fashion Week are divided into 3 categories: Menswear, Haute Couture and Ready-to-wear. And of note to attorneys like me, the word “Haute-Couture” is protected by intellectual property copyright.
To be eligible, the houses need to fulfil the stringent criteria set in place by the Chamber of the Haute Couture. Those stringent criteria consist of many rules, of which one is the requirement to create a minimum of 35 looks per year and which must include both day and evening wear. Only a few houses get bestowed with this appellation and can be considered as producing “Haute-Couture” collections.

Organized by the French Fashion Federation, the Fashion Week includes over 100 shows which feature top fashion houses such as Chanel, Christian Dior or Yves Saint Laurent, as well as lesser-known designers. The financial impact of the PFW on the French capital amounts to €400 million, excluding sales in stores.

Paris Fashion Week takes place twice yearly, with a Spring/Summer edition and an Autumn/Winter edition. The dates are determined by the Fédération de la Haute Couture et de la Mode. The Haute-Couture collections are always presented before the ready-to-wear collections, which represents half of the shows. For a long time, Paris Fashion Week’s shows have taken place mainly in the Carrousel du Louvre. During the Fashion Week itself, a hundred shows and events also take place at different venues throughout the city, such as the iconic Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld shows, which have been taking place in the Grand Palais for several years.

How to get invites to Fashion Week shows: Go to the website “modeaparis.com” and check the dates for the upcoming shows. The dates for this year are: Men’s Fashion from Wednesday, June 21st to Sunday, June 25th, 2017; Haute Couture from Sunday, July 2nd to Thursday, July 6th, 2017; Ready to Wear from Tuesday, September 26th to Tuesday, October 3rd, 2017. The shows are a fantastic opportunity to see some beautiful clothes and incredible designers!

So, I really can’t complain. Ok. Truth be known, I really like who I am becoming a lot. It is about time. Many thanks to the people who posted these photos and memes originally. All of these photos brighten my day. I hope they do the same for you. And a shout out to those friends and relatives who have my back. Happy Trails to YOU. Now, just some photos I like.

Thanks for letting me sit with you. Till next time…..

Best, Jay

Janet’s Story of “JESSE” in one sitting

This is a post that I really like. I spent a lot of time on it and want to reblog

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This is what is on my mind…. Get some coffee. This is a long one but one I want to write while I can. In 2020, I had three brain strokes. And I am struggling to get better. I did not anticipate brain damage. But then, I did not anticipate moving to Nice, France, retiring, France, Steve’s death, my resulting depression, a bad orthopedic surgeon, a repair-and-replace orthopedic surgeon, a move to Paris, a pandemic, the death of my rescue cat “Missy”, an MRI, out of pocket expenses with specialists, not being able to walk, the need for another knee replacement on my other knee, and another apartment move in Paris in the middle of a pandemic. Ugh. Is this what Daddy meant when he said, “Rough Seas Make Good Sailors”? That is only a portion of the list causing me stress and anxiety. I am 84. And there is…

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SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS AND NO MEMES FOR THE END OF JUNE 2021

WHAT IS ON MY MIND? Paris and Moi. Yes, Paris is opening up and it is fun with all of the activities, and I plan to do what I want to and can. I have a lot of energy and desire and like the organizations of AAWE and WICE. They have activities that look fun to me. I am not interested at present in taking a course or going to a lecture. That may change. I am just happy that I am not as dizzy as before and can walk better now that I am taking it slowly.

I plan to make new friends at coffee or lunch events and branch out. Not exciting but a plan, anyway. Each day, I plan to try something new. And, just emptying the garbage without a cane becomes a challenge. But, I do it anyway. Haha. And, I adore a delicious lunch with a glass of wine. I just got another shot in my left knee and the doctor (I like) told me to stay off it for two days and then go easy for 10 days, So, I am. And, I have new blood pressure meds that work even though an annoying side effect, so that is good.

Which makes me want to stress the importance of good health to you. Health is an inside job. I always took my health for granted. That is not a good idea. And I tried to teach my family the importance of food selection, and it was an uphill battle each day. As an actress, my body was my “Instrument”, and it was important to me in my career in film and television. Then, when I became an attorney, I pushed my body and pushed it. I did not gain weight. But good health is so much more than weight. It has to do with food selection. You must be willing to learn. And do what you know to be true. It is a lifestyle choice. I did that for years. Then, I stopped. Oops. So, even though I found good doctors to help me, I did not do what was suggested. I had a good team of doctors and ignored them. I asked questions and ignored the answers. I seldom got a second opinion. And I looked good on the outside and was letting things go on the inside. Now, when I see people on social media, I am shocked when I see their faces and eyes and bodies. They don’t look healthy.

Doctors are a problem in every city everywhere. And they are a problem in Paris. They are not all good, and they don’t all know what they are doing. And many of them do not realize the importance of nutrition and its role in good health, so, I have tried to find doctors who will work with me – like a partner – since I arrived. This is a big city. Getting places is a challenge. The metro or the bus or a taxi or Uber or……. I sold my car when I left Nice. And I don’t use the public transit system. I could probably do buses, but I don’t. I don’t know where those bus numbers go, or the areas and I am not interested right now in learning. Maybe that will change. Maybe.

First, I tried to find good doctors in the 6e where I lived to 7 months, and now in the 16e, I am trying to find good doctors (that I like) in my current neighborhood for my various health challenges. And each one is expensive. And getting there is expensive. It is hard walking places with a cane. So, I have slowly begun to build my health team that I like (with trial and error) that is nearby. It is in process. I now have two doctors that I like – a knee doctor and a general practitioner. Maybe a physical therapy man. I am still deciding about him. I still need a dermatologist and a couple of others on standby. I have a good pharmacist that I like. She is helpful.

So yesterday I had an appointment with my knee doctor. I have found a female doctor that I like in the 16e who is willing to work with me as a partner with my health. And I respect her. So, I just got another shot in my left knee. I got it yesterday. And she told me to rest at home for two days and then go easy for 10 days. That is what I am doing. I am not interested in having a replacement on my left knee, if possible. And it is not so bad at present. So, we’ll see. She also wants me to do exercises that I don’t want to do – after 10 days. So, I must try to work through my resistance.

I don’t understand this resistance to getting stronger physically. I have never been one to just go to the gym. But I walked and walked and walked and jogged and jogged all my life. Why am I not trying to do that again? Why have I quit? Is it the Pandemic? I don’t know. I am giving that a lot of thought. Adapting to change. Willingness to change. Keep taking the next step. Day by day. Just thinking out loud…… A friend asked me last night why I moved to Paris? Well, it has always been Paris for me. I don’t know why. I certainly did not move here for the weather or to sightsee. But I am where I want to be. Now what? Trust Life to reveal the reason? Meanwhile, I shall continue to look for like-minded doctors and friends. It’s fun and interesting. My journey to Discovery.

I am not here to teach you anything. I am still working on my own health. DON’T WAIT TO START. I DID. And, I have a lot of things I want to do. But my life has changed. Less is more. I am asking a lot of questions. And I am looking up a lot of things. And, I have stopped pushing, pushing. Pushing. I am better (knock on wood.) I had a couple from LA who met me for lunch last week, and that went well. I can only have one glass of wine, and that matters with my dizziness and walking. No problem. So, slowly, I am building a new life that I enjoy.

Bottom line — I am glad I moved to Paris, and I love my apartment. It is fine for me. So, no problems other than a LOT of things that I am solving. And, I am delighted that I am living in the city of my dreams. It has always been Paris. That is not a late -in -life choice. I did not move here for the weather or sightseeing. Just living in Paris. Day to day in Paris. It does not matter whether you know you know what I mean. I am blessed.

Best, Jay

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JUST FOR FUN – NO COMMENT COMMENTARY

Today is June 20, 2021, Father’s Day, the longest day of the year, and the beginning of Cancer (my rising sign), so I am a happy camper. First of all, a SHOUT OUT to my two sons, Craig and Blake, for being good fathers in spite of their lack of training or a good example provided by their father and me. Too bad that parenting is so random. (sigh). But, so it is. But, I am happy to report that they are both building good bridges with their children. Good for BOTH of them.

And, Readers of Jayspeak know that sometimes I just post memes and photos for NO good reason and without comment. And, today I want to do that JUST BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT! And, I have some memes I like.

Happy Father’s Day to my Daddy. And my son Craig. And my son Blake.

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ARE YOU A SURVIVOR?

What is on my mind? I need to rant! Pardon me while I rant! I have had a lot of things happen since my last post, so I don’t know where to begin. And most of it, I don’t want to share with you. Just know that I don’t have any hidden agenda. I NEED ONE. This is my hidden agenda with this post! Selling my book “Janet Tallulah”? Why not? It’s my real reason for this rant. NOT. It is just a personal journal that needs a plot. Oops. I have/had been accused of having a “hidden agenda” all my life. I wrote that journal to let people know how I had helped myself on my personal journey. When I left town in 1968, I was a strong-woman-mess with lots of dreams. They were talking of giving me “shock treatments” to make me fly right. That is what they were doing to Daddy. (Long story.) A strong woman. Heaven help us from strong women. This is not new news. In acting class, it is called “subtext”. “Knocking little Janet Jewell off of her pedestal.”

What is really going on? Was I born being a “showoff?” Did I have a hidden agenda at birth? It is one of the ABCs of good acting. – The line may be “Shut the door”. But it is the actor’s job to find out why the character needs to shut the door. So, in life, I would make decisions and choices based on the subtext or What is Really Going on.” It came naturally to me. And, It was particularly useful when I was interviewing a potential client as an attorney. And I would listen to the client’s story to find out what was really going on. Most of the time, a client tried to justify what a good person he/she was. That is when I knew “he woulda if he coulda, but he couldn’t get away with it.

I considered it a skill. And acting class honed it and make it better and better. You may call It “intuition”. It has lots of names. But I do it and will continue to do it from now on. My intuition is my friend in Paris. Always at my side. Like my “guardian angel”.

I am taking all of the comments personally. That is what we southerners do. “Bless my heart.” And I remember why I left in the first place – TO GET THE HELL OUT OF TOWN! But so be it. Sorry.

Do you ever wonder why people don’t understand? Do you ever feel always misunderstood? Maybe I am dreaming to think people should understand why I see something a certain way, but they don’t. Well, I released all of that by calling my concerns “unresolved matters”. Most things will never be resolved. And, a lot of it just isn’t true. People don’t want to know the truth. They want to make up their own facts.

I hate being blamed for things that are not true. Goodness knows that I did a lot of things that were true. And, I deserve a lot of blame. But, that old saying comes to mine, “She Woulda if she coulda but she couldn’t.” Maybe they are not true because I couldn’t do it or I could not get away with it for some reason. So, the premise is correct. I was #1. I had lots of ego. I wanted it ALL. I lined my pockets with everything i could and I used people to help me get what i wanted. So? “I always thought of myself first”, said he who was thinking of himself first. Haha. DUH! YES, I am a survivor and I raised children who are survivors. DUH. ….and they are surviving the best way they can. You don’t have to agree.

And the consequences of that with family and friends is being accused of surviving. Any way I could/can. Not in the style I want but getting to the other side. But, I never lied to do it. It did not matter. I was accused of it anyway. WELLLLLLL. She woulda if she coulda but she couldn’t. Didn’t you see Glenn Close in “DAMAGES” A strong woman.

No one likes a strong woman. DUH. Where do you think they got “glass ceiling”. “Good girls don’t get ahead, gutsy girls do.”

NO, my friend. Janet Jewell may have been taken down off her pedestal but the money, GLAM, and fame will NOT die with her. Quite the contrary. It will continue as long as there is a strong woman alive to go after what she wants and Jesse Jewell is remembered for helping Southerners eat. Mary Tallulah Dickson is alive and well and kicking in the collective unconscious. And so is Lillie Westmoreland Dorough. If you don’t follow the blog, this will make no sense and maybe only to me and a few others, but hopefully you can identify with some of it. Thanks for letting me rant.

It is work to talk to people. It requires too many words. And, then people don’t get it. They think they do. Or they don’t listen or want to know all the facts. And jump to conclusions that are wrong and designed to hurt. And spout some platitude while doing the very thing they accused you of . or something else. I had a client who kept his wife in a room like a prisoner and was an “upstanding Christian”, praising the good deeds of others on LinkedIn.

I am not having a good day, and I may or may not take a leave of absence from my blog, but I need time to think and get a better handle on things. LIfe in France and in Paris as well as the Cote d’Azur is/was no piece of cake. Everything is a challenge and keeps you on your toes. But, we no longer have to wear a mask outdoors. Good. I can take deep breaths again. And, I am seeing Paris with new eyes. I like it.

The bottom line is that I have had an AHA moment in my life that is major. I need some time to process things. Things will never be the same again. I woke up from a deep sleep. And there is no turning back. Be careful what you say. It will be heard through a malformed sieve. A rant is not in order. Thanks for listening.

Best, Jay

RAMBLINGS ON A RAINY DAY IN PARIS!

I have made a few additions to this post. It still rambles and is in process but Janet has made peace with herself and that took a while.

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THIS IS ON MY MIND TODAY. I don’t like to walk or get caught in the rain. And it is off and on. So, I am going to spend time with you. The stats on Jayspeak are booming. I now have readers from all over the world. That is so amazing to me. But I LOVE the audience and appreciate the forum. 12,300 visitors. 46,300 views. So, I shall keep on keeping on until I stop. And I like doing it so I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Thank you ALL very much. So, what’s in store for today?

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RAMBLINGS ON A RAINY DAY IN PARIS!

First and most important, Janet Tallulah Jewell is back!!!! I, Janet, took a leave of absence for 64 years, went into hiding under a different name(s), and I came back on June 3, 2021. Long-standing, unresolved issues of mine – which will never be resolved. I did not forgive. I will not forget. But somehow, I let it ALL go. I don’t know how long I have in this Life Journey, but the twists and turns have taken their toll. I already feel better. A weight gone off my back. That is my BREAKING NEWS for today. That is a biggie for me. I already see clearer. It wasn’t the name. It was unresolved issues that I held against Janet. I had difficulty forgiving Janet for her mistakes. It was a feeling of total and complete failure in all things. Duh. I was good at most things. But, let me say that for now, I just am processing what happened 64 years ago. And all the years in between. And all the relationships in between. So, bear with me while I just post some thoughts and some ramblings. And a lot will remain unsaid although the message will probably be obvious. Just let go for a minute and just BE for a minute or two. That is what I plan to do.

I need to see what I am doing while the dizzy spells begin to heal. Janet knows what she is doing – when she stops hiding. Jay did her best. And, I have a lot of fences to tear down or mend and a lot of apologizing to my kids and some friends. I will never be the same again. Remember, you were here when it happened. A MAJOR KALEIDOSCOPIC SHIFT. A miracle has happened.

Bottom line – we have all come through life-altering experiences in this Pandemic. I spent my time with myself in Paris. And, talked to myself, you, some stuffed animals, and some plants. Read, wrote, and watched British mysteries. AND, I am grateful to Facebook. It had my back and was there when I needed it. Let’s begin. The look. Add LOTS of years.

Well, that pink tiger is so weird that I like it. I overthink everything . AND, I have already simplified my life and gotten rid of stuff, so that won’t happen. I don’t want to fly, I just want to walk and see and think again. Janet can see and think and walk. And, she is pretty. So, I need to work on all of that. Jay has had problems. Nuff said.

Best, Janet

(I have Jay’s back. FYI.)

THINK ABOUT IT! – GROWING AND HEALING

WHAT????? This is not new news. I am not healthy. I have had several brain strokes that are making me upset. Affecting my health and my pocketbook. YIKES! There is nothing like a brain stroke that can get your attention. It impacts EVERY MOMENT of my life. People either ignore it, say get over it (you are in Paris, for God’s sake!), just keep keeping on, do yoga, take deep breaths, exercise more, get a personal trainer, do physical therapy, take blood pressure medicine, put tea tree oil on cotton into your bad ear, come to the USA for better medical care, ……..

NO ONE OFFERS TO HELP. THEY CANNOT. The only thing anyone can do is to help financially. And, a few nice people have offered to help me financially. A few. There is nothing that anyone can do. I am flying SOLO here. Yet, I am not dying. I keep waking up each morning. Dizzy. And, my day begins…..

Well, nothing is wrong with my mind. Or my memory. Or my ability to think. And, I am intelligent enough to know that health and longevity don’t come about on their own. – They need a little help. Can a person grow and heal at age 84? YES. I KNOW a person can do it. There is NO limit to how healthy, how well, how energized, I can feel.

BUT I must have a plan. I must be a planner. Even if I stumble, fall. Failure is not an option. Why? Because I keep waking up each morning with a day ahead of me. I must write down specifically how I want to be and feel. What is my ideal of how I want to be and feel in all of it? How should I begin.

I KNOW. I WILL MAKE A LIST.

All of my life, I have made lists. Yes, I MAKE LISTS. A person never outgrows making lists. I came out of the womb making list of what I was going to do that day. At 84, at 64, at 44, at 24, at 12, I was making a list of what I was going to do that day.

Yesterday, I knew that I was going to do my best to take a practice walk, talking photos and taking baby steps toward living outside of captivity with a foggy brain and eating breakfast at the local patisserie. I must not worry about the toilet or anything else. That would be my goal. That is what I did.

The day before, I knew that I wanted to eat an omelet somewhere open. Not everything is open yet. And I must plan my trips according to toilettes. I cannot go somewhere without an accessible toilet. Or it must be close to home. So I have limitations. And my plan must include my limitations.

And I plan my dinners. Wine or not? TV shows. Last night, I binged watched “Halston”. I had wine. And so it goes.

NOW this may be too much “planning” for most people. But that is my way. And, it has worked for Janet Jewell (ME) all my life.

Now, I don’t always make a written list, but I have in mind what I want to do, if I can. Unless something unexpected happens. Maybe that is why I have had brain strokes. It does not matter why. I have them, and I am trying to heal and grow.

I set goals. Small ones. Goals that I can accomplish, taking baby steps. I love my lists. Lists have lists. Categories have lists. Thoughts have lists. And I have no problems with not accomplishing something that is on a list. I just erase it. I like pencils. Pencils have erasers. I love erasers. Haha. I love trash cans. I throw a lot of things away. I empty a lot of garbage. I adjust to the inspiration of the moment. Or I try to. But I don’t like knee jerk reactions. And I don’t like last-minute anything. Oops. I like exploring. And walking new streets. So, this is a lot of contradictions. Oops.

Well, the goal is to grow and heal. So, I am making lists of what I think might work. And I am taking a lot of time to think these days. No choice.

I want to begin using my name again. Janet Jewell. Isn’t that beautiful? Why did I change it legally? I know why. But now is the time to begin using it again. Né Jewell. If not now, when? AND, if I am going to keep waking up each morning, I must plan to live. I have 11 items on my TO DO list. And they are all “subject to change without notice.”

Now, that has gone on a To Do list. And it may or may not happen. But I don’t have to remember it. My memory is great. I am proud of my memory. I am simply dizzy most of the time. So, I am trying to train my brain to work when I am dizzy. I think it is happening. Each day I practice, it seems better.

When I wake up in the morning, I am so happy that I woke up, I get excited that I have another day to do stuff.

“Out of this situation only good will come, everything is resolved for the highest good of all involved. I let go and all is well in my world. I am safe. And so it is.”