Jazzy J

My walking route happened to be part of a marathon route today. Talk about disheartening and motivating in the same stride. Switched up the route and made it happen. Maybe someday 👏 Consistency over Perfection

My favorite part about walking around me neighborhood is taking a strand of web to the face.

I just ruined the result of some spider’s likely epic journey to bridge the sidewalk and I am deeply ashamed.

Favorite work appropriate terms heard today: nut splitter and flange spreader. I’ll take both, thank you.

The shoe salespeople in Scheel’s keep asking me if I’m okay and I just think that’s a bold way to offer assistance to someone like me. You want to unpack trauma right here? Ask again. I dare you.

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Still grieving over the potential of the @wickedmusical.bsky.social soundtrack. The sound mixing just isn’t there for me. Am I crazy (don’t anyone actually answer that)? It sounds so unbalanced, muted, and muddy at times. And with all of the talent in that movie?! Ugh.

I missed the memo about flying clad solely in Eagles merch. So much green this morning. Not usually a sports nut but given the fact that I’m flying into Philly … GO BIRDS 🦅

My biggest hope is that when she knew the miracles weren’t coming packaged the way they’d been promised, that she didn’t feel alone. Your daughters love you mommy and miss you every single day. If an afterlife exists, I hope we find each other there. 🥰

I suppose I’m wishing I could converse with her more as a friend instead of just a parent and child. I was still pretty fresh in my adult years. I wasn’t paying attention to much and I self medicated heavily for a while after she was gone. I wish I could go back and love her harder & listen better.

I’d want to know if there was ever a time that she knew it wasn’t going to work out the way she and my dad were praying for. By the time the cancer had run its course, she wasn’t speaking very much and more important things to talk to all of us about. Lots of words of love. So much love.

I never believed in the miracles that were promised to my mom when she was dying (I hoped always!). And I felt like a shit awful human sitting on the outside of my family’s belief system. For a long time I wondered if she’d be here if I’d had more faith. If I could ask her…

Occasional reminder that there’s no, “it’s too late, its over” for anthropogenic climate change. Every molecule of CO2 that doesn’t go into the atmosphere makes a difference. Preventing 0.1 degree of warming makes a difference. Every bit of climate resilience we build together makes a difference.

I weighed myself at work today for a challenge. Thoughts and prayers are appreciated. This girl is about to emotionally eat away into oblivion 🫠

Thank youuuu

Here from IG. Keep up the amazing work!

Brightening your feed with some fall vibes from my photo session the other day 🍂 It’s going to be okay, right?