Mr. Sunshine Smiles

Well, folks! It has been almost a week since returning from Jackson Hole, Wyoming! And what an adventure it was. Actually, the word adventure is an understatement, so read on if you want to learn about this “adventure” that was one-of-a-kind.

It all started with a beautiful Friday September morning as we traveled to Harrisburg International Airport. Ashlea, Bailey, and I were all prepared with our suitcases and carry-ons to hit up the skies. We were READY to take on Wyoming. We arrived about two hours prior to our scheduled take off with United Airlines to the sight of only one worker checking in passengers. We didn’t really think anything of it since there were only four people in front of us, so what would adding three more humans to the line actually do?

Well…if you only knew…

Well, you will know in just a few moments because that’s the whole point of this blog!

But like…DUHHHHH!

So, grab your hot cocoa or coffee and read on!

Where was I? Oh yes, the one woman working the United Airlines check-in line with only 7 people in it…including us three.

So, essentially what we thought would be a 30 minute wait turned into what was more than an hour ordeal. Our scheduled flight was to get into Chicago where we would then fly into Jackson Hole. Well, Chicago was experiencing very bad storms, so flights left and right kept getting delayed and cancelled. But ours was still on.

The people in front of us–Phil, Linda, and Gene–were literally the sweetest people ever and making us laugh with their humor. They were in their 80’s and seriously making the wait in line 10 million times more enjoyable. Gene was a Korean War Veteran and was being changed over to a completely different airline in order to get home and I had the pleasure of getting to carry his suitcase for him. It was second nature for me–I didn’t even think anything of it and everyone waiting in line (including the airport worker) seemed to be shocked. We ran into Gene in a bit later after checking in. We talked a bit about his plans to get home and he looked up at me and said, “Thank you for what you did” and began to cry. I, too began to cry. It was a moment that was meant to happen amongst the stress of our continuous delays.

When we finally had the opportunity to check in with the lady at the United Airlines desk she told us we could chance it to get to Chicago or try to reschedule for another flight. Ashlea, Bailey, and I are not the best at making decisions; however, we ultimately decided to try and chance it! We WERE determined to get to Chicago despite what Mother Nature was throwing into the skies.

Our United Airlines lady (who we now call Paloma) was the most adorable and kept saying “I believe you are going to make it to Chicago! You’re going to make it!”

After getting through security, we all tried to find bathrooms, which happened to be out of order…so like…BYE. We had to walk around to find functioning restrooms!

After finally finding them and relieving ourselves, we decided to grab some food, so we found a restaurant in one of the terminals. We walked in to sit down and were told, “Sorry, we aren’t able to take anymore orders for the kitchen.”

WELL WHAT THE HECK?! We were hungry and just wanted to fill our stomachs.

Ultimately, we decided to hit up the Subway for some grub. We ran into our friends, Linda and Phil again from the United Airlines line earlier, which was a great joy. They just knew how to make us smile–something they didn’t truly know how much we appreciated!

At this point, after getting some grub, our flight had been delayed until 4:40pm, but it was still scheduled to take off for Chicago. We filled the time waiting in the terminal by people watching (which is always incredibly fun) and witnessing Ashlea doing magic tricks with cards, which were making my jaw drop…as Bailey recorded via Snapchat.

Right before 5pm, we were informed that our plane to Chicago would be boarding! How exciting! Mother Nature wasn’t going to win! We started to line up to board and just about 1 minute after being told we were boarding, we saw the pilot hang up the phone at the desk and were informed, “Just kidding. We are no longer boarding. Flight has been cancelled.”

WHAT?! We got a text update telling us that we automatically got rescheduled to a flight leaving on Saturday at 1:20 from Harrisburg, which wouldn’t work–our wedding in Jackson Hole was at 3pm. We would miss it.

Bailey and Ashlea began frantically searching other options, specifically Philly since Harrisburg just doesn’t have the size for options. We found a 6:30am flight from Philly to Denver and Denver to Jackson Hole. Arrival time was around 12:40pm, which meant that we would still arrive in time for us to make the wedding. It was perfect. Ashlea got on the phone with United and after about a 45 minute wait, she was finally connected to a representative. We told them our predicament and that we wanted to be switched to the flight from Philly for no additional cost.

The woman on the phone literally talked in a different language to her coworker on multiple occasions (with not using the hold button) and kept saying “one moment ma’am.” Finally, after about 10-15 minutes, we were set. A 6:30 take-off time from Philly was actually going to happen! We are coming for you Wyoming!

We bought tickets for the train out of Lancaster at 9pm and had made arrangements to stay with Ashlea’s friend, Lauren in Philly–who happened to live just about 10 minutes away from the airport. PERFECT.

What happened once we got into Philly? Well, we got in the wrong Uber to take us to Lauren’s house and Ashlea also entered the address to her location completely wrong. When the driver dropped us off, Ashlea said, “This is definitely not it.” The quote of the night when asked about the address she entered because the Uber driver mentioned maybe entering it wrong was…”No, that’s correct!” After a quick call to Lauren, we discovered we were 15 blocks away. Bailey and I won’t let Ashlea live that down…ever…for as long as we live.

Our morning alarm got us up SUPER EARLY and after a drive to the airport with an Uber driver that literally didn’t keep quiet the entire drive about Denver airport conspiracy theories, we finally were getting closer to actually getting on a plane.

But then…

…the TSA security line.

Wrapped around several corners…humans…everywhere. Literally everywhere.

We were never going to get through it. Just witnessing peoples’ faces as they saw the humans in line started to become comical.

Literally, the airport has workers saying “You’ll make your flight. Don’t worry.”

My face was probably becoming so panicky at this point…hence…why I NEVER fly.

Regardless, the line did move fast and we got through security with no issues. YAY! We were almost on our way!

Anyone who has gotten the chance to know me understands that flying is a huge fear of mine. I don’t like take off…I don’t like landing…and I don’t like all the in between. It’s hard for me to relax. Regardless, the flight to Denver wasn’t terrible, but we did experience some turbulence that had me gripping the seat quite hard. My face was probably as white as a ghost.

After arriving in Denver, we were informed that our flight to Jackson Hole was delayed by 35 minutes–really?! Couldn’t our luck upswing just a little?!

Even with the 35 minute delay, we determined that we would still arrive in Jackson Hole in enough time, so there was no need for panic.

The only piece of information that you need to know about the flight from Denver to Jackson Hole is that the pilot literally said to us, “We will be landing abruptly and suddenly, so please tighten those seatbelts.”

Literally…the quote that Mr. Sunshine does not want to hear when dealing with flying, especially when I’m not a fan of it.

True story: I held Bailey’s hand as we landed. I was terrified.

After landing and getting off the plane, we were greeted a brisk, chilly sleet-like rain at the airport. Jackson Hole does not have terminals, so you are exposed to the elements of weather.

BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

We picked up our rental car and started our way to our cabin where we were staying. At this point, making the wedding just didn’t seem possible because of the delays we had experienced, the need to shower and also clothe ourselves properly since we had been traveling in comfy clothes.

Long story short–we ended up not making the wedding, but we did get to the reception where we got to enjoy wonderful food, company, and dancing. It was a great night.

Needless to say, we slept pretty well on Saturday night considering we had been up for quite some time and had about 4 hours of sleep.

Sunday morning–YELLOWSTONE!

We started our trek to the National Park we were so excited to visit and as we drove along, we witnessed some of the BEST and MOST BEAUTIFUL scenery. Truly breathtaking. Something that can’t be described–it needs to be witnessed in person. The pictures just don’t do it justice.

The directions Siri was giving to us just didn’t seem right, but we went with it. We passed a sign for Idaho–but again, we didn’t really think anything of it.

After about an hour or so of driving, Siri told us, “You’ve arrived at your destination. You will need to park your car and walk to your destination.”

But like, what?? Our destination? We were literally in a neighborhood out in the country. In the middle of nowhere.

But we did know one thing…

…It was not Yellowstone.

We literally started laughing because there was nothing else to do. It was too comical.

We were determined to get to Yellowstone, so as we started the 2 hour trek back (since we were a little out of our way), we told ourselves that we would at least take a picture with the huge SPUD we passed as we entered Idaho.

Priceless.

Yellowstone was gorgeous even despite the fact that the Park Ranger who greeted us exclaimed, “Welcome to Yellowstone! All the roads are closed! That’ll be $35!”

I’m sorry…all the roads are closed? What does that even mean? How will we get to see the sights? Are we going to be able to get out of here? Will we get trapped in the flurry of snow that was starting?

These were all the questions going through our heads.

Yellowstone was beautiful. We didn’t see many animals, but what we did get to see was absolutely amazing. Old Faithful was awesome. The geysers were beautiful. Everything…just amazing.

We didn’t even get to experience that much of Yellowstone–you literally need like a whole week to see everything! We only saw a small piece of what is actually is. But what we did get to see was totally worth it.

We spent a majority of our Monday experiencing the downtown area of Jackson Hole–such a cute town. So many beautiful shops, delicious restaurants, and such nice humans. It literally looks like a town out of a Western movie.

Monday night we got to play cards outside of our cabin (which was super cute by the way) and had the opportunity to look up at the clear sky and stars. It was like a painting. So clear. So beautiful. We could say that it was picture perfect.

Wyoming and Jackson Hole did not disappoint. It was glorious and a very nice respite from the city life. But I couldn’t live there. 4 days of nature is just enough for me before I feel the need to get back to the hustle and bustle of what is known as the chaos of Mr. Sunshine’s life.

There is so much more that occurred during this trip that I can’t possibly begin to blog about because every detail would just bore you to tears…and writing it isn’t as good as talking about it in person.

So if you want to know more, you know how to find me.

The moral of this blog?

Wyoming has beautiful scenery, beautiful people, delicious food…

…and I still DO NOT like flying.

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

 

Why, hello friends!

It is officially the first day of Fall! How crazy is that?! It doesn’t even feel like it because it is supposed to be like a million degrees…thanks Mother Nature!

So, I know you are all DYING to know what the title of this blog was in reference to.

Well, DRUM ROLL please.

This week’s blog post is in reference to…

…

…

MY PHOBIAS!

Why the title? Well, we will get to that later. I PROMISE. Trust me.

So, Mr. Sunshine’s phobias? Are you ready?!

PHOBIA #1: CLOWNS

-Ever since elementary school, I have been TERRIFIED of clowns. I will never forget the one moment that I was walking down the hallway of my elementary school (John Bonfield) and a clown literally popped out and scared me as I was walking back to my classroom. It was school carnival season. It is such a vivid image that will never leave my mind. Seriously though…I would’ve had a huge puddle of you know what on the floor. It was TERRIFYING. And, as I write this, I’m watching It and it is making me quiver in my BOOTS. Like, why am I doing this to myself?!

WHYYYYYYYY??

PHOBIA #2: ALLIGATORS

-I don’t even know where to begin with this one. Alligators have always been something that I’ve been terrified of. Like, I can’t even watch Jumanji becuase the alligators creep me out. I’m not even kidding…I’ve literally had dreams of alligators biting me and it makes me creeped out. And by creeped out…I mean like wake up in the middle of the night sweating and screaming because I think they are below me trying to get into my bed to bite me. Judge me if you want…I don’t care. I’m a wimp. BYEEEEEEEEEEEE.

PHOBIA #3: FLYING.

-Like I don’t even know. Flying is something that has literally made me terrified since coming out of my mother’s womb…let’s be honest. I haven’t flown much; however, I can tell you without a doubt that it is something that makes me incredibly SCARED. Hence, the title of this blog post. “Excuse me, can I please grab your hand?!” I titled it this because if you are sitting beside me on a plane this is the exact quote that I will be saying to you. EXACT WORDS.

This week, I will be getting on a plane to travel to Wyoming for the wedding of a dear friend and I would be lying to you if I said that I wasn’t a little bit nervous.

Ok…who are we kidding…I’m like shaking. I’m going to need a Xanax or two…or seven and like two bottles of wine to get through this. But wait…medicine and alcohol don’t mix well together… I better have a plan B…or C…or Z.

Well, there you have it.

The phobias of Mr. Sunshine. Feel free to judge me if you will…or laugh….I feel like this is the part of the blog where you enter a witty comment or something…like “we have nothing left to fear except fear itself.”

What are your fears? We all have them. And talking about them is nothing to be ashamed of.

Talking about them and acknowledging they exist in our lives is actually called being human.

Until next week…or until I grab your hand.

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

 

 

 

Happy Monday, everyone!

I hope all of you had a fantastic week and are continuing to enjoy the last days of Summer…because as you all know…Summer is still in season for about another week!

And yes…you would be correct in the fact that I have not enjoyed a PSL yet. I’m waiting until the actual Fall season to do so. Go ahead…judge me if you will.

This week’s post will be short and sweet. The main purpose is to give thanks to all of the amazing people in my life who helped make my 1K For 10K Picnic that occurred yesterday a big success.

I started envisioning this 1K For 10K project more than a year ago and the fact that it has come to such an incredible fruition in the past 9 months is absolutely mind boggling to me.

I never would’ve guessed in a million years that I would be writing a blog post on the 16th of September re-iterating the fact that I met the original goal of 10,000 in month 7 and working toward a brand NEW goal of adding an additional $6,000 to that amount.

The amount of support and love I have been shown and given on this journey is indescribable. It is not even something that I can truly convey in words because it just means the world to me. My heart has been filled to the brim and overflowing with gratitude on many occasions this year and it is the best feeling in the world.

While August was a tough month with fundraising and one that brought my momentum to a little slower pace, it was one that did not falter my determination. If anything, it increased my motivation to be more creative in these final four months of fundraising.

The 1K For 10K picnic was an idea brought to me by my very good friend, Marissa. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon that we enjoyed some light food and drinks on the porch of Griddle and Grind while we discussed ideas, venues, and other details about putting this picnic together. I will admit that we had our fair share of stress trying to come up with a final plan and that it was a little rough getting started; however, once we got into our groove, we were on fire. I can’t begin to thank her enough for bringing up the idea and forcing me to sit down, talk about it, and figure out a plan. I’m so incredibly lucky to have her in my life.

There are so many people to thank that were instrumental in making the day a success–so much love, passion, and energy was put into so many details of the day.

To Chef Larry and Chef Greg for donating all the main food for the afternoon–the slider sandwiches, the potato salad, and the fruit salad. Without you guys, our guests would’ve starved. Thank you, thank you, thank YOU times a million.

To my friend Elyse for baking SO MANY delicious Rice Krispie treats and brownies and for helping set-up prior to guests arriving. Your bakery culinary skills are superb and I’m so thankful that you were willing to share them!

To my friend Missy for donating some tasty sugar cookies (literally my favorite) and also helping to set-up prior to guests arriving, especially sweeping the tables. You are just the best…hands down.

To my friend Steph for using her beautiful artistry and calligraphy skills to make signs for our use at no cost. They added such a special touch and were absolutely beautiful!

To everyone who donated raffle prizes for the event–Keith, Jenn, Leidra, Sue, Sharon, Marissa, Holly, Dosie Dough, Triple AAA, Weis, Giant, Mindy, Will, Divine Consign, and also Adrienne who helped secure SO many donations for the entire day. With these raffle prizes, we were able to raise even more money for the kids!

To Jenn for sharing her love of OULA and bringing out the dancing energy in some of us as we powered through some exciting moves and music!

To my incredible, loving, and supportive parents. I can’t even begin to thank you for all that you did behind the scenes in making this event happen. For all of the purchases you made of food, supplies, and also just being there to support and love me through it all. You have taught me so much in how to fight for what I believe in and I love being able to share that passion and mantra with those around me in life.

Finally, I must thank everyone who came out to the event and enjoyed an afternoon of just being together, having fun, and raising funds for the kids. I’m forever grateful and thankful that I have the best line-up of family and friends to count on with love, support, and friendship. Words in a blog post can never really convey the feeling of gratitude that I have for each of you in my heart. Thank you for believing in this cause and for joining me in the fight to find a cure.

A beautiful afternoon of being surrounded by the people I love. I couldn’t ask for anything more. And together, we were able to raise another $535.00 for the kids in the fight against pediatric cancer! That now puts my official total at $11,000, which is insane! We have just another $5,000 to raise before our second goal is hit!

If you are still interested in donating and were not able to attend yesterday’s event, please check out 1Kfor10K.com to make a donation and keep your eyes peeled for other events coming up in the next couple of months.

Until the next time our paths cross, remember to share kindness and love to all.

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

 

Happy Monday all!

It is hard to believe that the last blog post I wrote was when I was the prime age of 31!

And now, he we are…in a new month of the year and I’m now one year older. Where is the time going? I feel like it was just yesterday when we were watching the ball drop to welcome in the new year.

Well, let’s get right down to it. I’m currently on the couch feeling feisty as I watch reruns of I Love Lucy on Hulu.

Quick side note–I just returned from North Wildwood, New Jersey where I got to enjoy a week away from the “reality” of my life with spending some quality time with both family, friends, the water, and sand. I got a bit burnt, which I’m paying for now as I peel and itch…but it was worth it.

It’s amazing what a week away can do for you and your soul. It brings about such a rejuvenating energy that can only be experienced and not described.

While at the beach, I read the book, The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A F*** and what a great book it was. Definitely one of my favorites that I would recommend for anyone. I don’t want to give any spoilers away, so hit up your local bookstore and get your very own copy. You won’t regret it!

Anyhoo…I digress. My apologies.

So, one of the things that really ruffled my feathers was how everyone and their mother was making posts on social media about saying goodbye to Summer.

Listen folks. Summer is still happening! It isn’t over! In fact, it will officially be Summer until the first day of Fall reigns upon us on Monday, September 23rd!

Society seems to tell us that once Labor Day comes and goes, that it means the end of Summer.

But I’ll let you in on a little secret. SOCIETY IS WRONG.

In fact, the only thing that I will be saying GOODYBE to in my life will be that of both “stuff” and “clutter.” I’ve been in my Lancaster home for almost three years now and it is finally time for me to take charge and minimalize my life.

Room by room…inch by inch. No more clutter. And don’t you worry…I’ll make sure to take before and after pictures. But it will all begin with a plan. An intentional plan to make it happen and hold myself accountable.

From every last book on the shelf, to the craft supply closet, clothing closet…literally EVERYTHING will be gone through.

Leave no piece of “stuff” untouched!

Tomorrow starts Phase 3 of my house remodeling projects. I will have some new flooring in the living room, some additional shelves in the kitchen, towel rack in the bathroom, and some new fresh paint and crown molding in a few of the upstairs rooms. Once all of this is complete, it will be time to put the house remodeling projects on the back burner until next year and spend my focus on cleaning up the clutter.

So, while everyone continues to focus their energy on saying goodbye to Summer with the picture-perfect photo of them standing in waves, or showing off their tan body, I’ll be here…in my casa…saying GOODBYE to the clutter.

So, here’s to the warm, summer days that will continue to shed their sunshine down on our lives, bracing for the first PSL of the season, and organizing my life in a way that will ultimately reduce anxiety and stress.

See you on the flip side…

…the organized, de-cluttered flip side.

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

Well, hello folks!

It’s hard to believe that we are entering our last full week of August! Can someone tell me where the time has gone?!

Seriously though…I feel like it was just yesterday when we were celebrating Independence Day with fireworks!

And it feels like just yesterday when I started this blog, when in actuality, it has been a whole year that I’ve been writing these points. Should I continue writing? I hope the answer is yes!

Anyhoo…we are going to get right to this week’s post! No fooling around!

31 is with me for only one more day, which is crazy to think…ahhhhh!

This week, I want to share some of my personal goals for this upcoming 32nd year of birth as I continue to live out my cup of sunshine with daily life.

Also…short disclaimer…literally wrote this post this morning an hour before it posted…so 5:30am.

Believe. It.

Goal #1:

-I want to finish out my 1K For 10K journey strong by hitting my 1000 mile goal and my second fundraising goal of $16,000.

Anyone who has been following my running journey from this year knows that I hit my fundraising goal right at the end of July, which was a mind-blowing moment for me. But, I can’t stop there! 16,000 kids are diagnosed with cancer each year, so by the end of the year, I’m looking to raise another $6000…$1.00 for every child diagnosed by the time it is all said and done. You can donate at 1KFOR10K.COM.

Goal #2:

-I want to give myself one night during the week to sit in either my bedroom or living room to read. I want to read at least 3 books by December 31st.

It is no surprise that I’m always moving and on the go, so this is a big one for me that I will need to work hard on to keep myself accountable. I’ve already said “no” to a few entities that will free me up more than usual with the upcoming months, so slow and steady! Any good book titles? Send them my way! Please and thank you!

Goal #3:

-I want to make sure that I stop letting social media allow me to have reactive emotions.

This one is always a work in progress and I have definitely gotten better. Once again, slow and steady wins the race! Not going to lie, but de-activating Facebook might be something on my plate for the future in 2020.

Goal #4:

-I want to increase my body weight to 175lbs and embrace my body as I continue my fitness journey.

I have loved working on my body and my fitness journey since I started with my AMAZING personal trainer, Zach Musser two years ago! My ideal weight is something I want to try and reach in the next year since it has been a challenge to do so with all my running. Becoming comfortable with my body is not something that comes naturally for me and being able to incorporate fitness into my life consisntely has helped boost my confidence greatly. And I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m very self concsious about myself.

Goal #5:

-I want to minimalize my belongings and allow myself to feel even more joy with the simple things.

Clutter. Clutter. Clutter. There is a time and place for it because we are human; however, my 32nd year on this Earth is going to involve DE-clutter. If it doesn’t bring me joy, then to the trash can it will go.

Simple things. It’s what I love.

Goal #6:

-Bring back my Daily Dose of JP videos.

This is something that faded out when I moved to Lancaster because I was focused on starting this blog; however, since I have a full of year blogging under my belt, it is time to bring back the energy and excitement of these videos. You’re welcome.

Well, folks. There you have it. That’s all she wrote.

Well…it’s all I wrote. For now. In this very moment.

I have to go turn 32 now.

See you on the flip side.

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

Well, hello folks! Yet another Monday has decided to show its face as the dog days of August continue to bring us extreme humidity, heat, and reason to drink gallons of water.

Hopefully all of you have been staying hydrated while also getting that natural glow from the Vitamin D cascading down from the rays in the sky.

Let’s get right to it, shall we?

Friday afternoon started off like most Friday afternoons. I was busy with my full time job commitments right up until quitting time at 5pm.

And then I got in my car to make my way home to prepare for my evening activities.

I clciked on my seat belt, put on some Kelly Clarkson to jam out to, and blasted the AC at a level that would chill anyone to the bone in a matter of seconds.

My trek home is usually only about 15 minutes; however, with traffic and all the humans on the road, it can definitely prove to be an interesting and much longer excursion.

I was on Fruitville Pike stopped at the light right by the Belmont shopping center. I was jamming out to Kelly’s “Broken and Beatiful” not having a care in the world for anyone who might have been staring through the windows.

The light turned green and I proceeded to move as all the cars in front of me did…and there were a lot of cars…in both lanes…not moving super quick.

And all of sudden in the rear view mirror I see a guy in a pick-up truck tailgating me. I remained calm and didn’t really change my speed because there was no way to go any faster with all the cars in front of me…or shift over to the right lane.

I continued singing Kelly and could tell when I looked in the rear view again that the guy driving was very inpatient. He was mumbling what were probably choice words and moving his hands as if signaling me to drive faster, which was not possible.

Well, this pick-up truck was apparently on a mission because he switched lanes to try and get around me only to get behind other cars that were traveling at the appropriate level of speed for the area…so he got no further with his course of action.

Well, he continued his inpatient trek and decided to zig zag back and forth between lanes another 3 times where I witnessed him come close to crashing into other cars each time the shift of lanes occurred.

It was ridiculous and really got me to thinking about life.

What did the crazy pick-up driver help remind me of?

Two things.

1. To slow down. In our society, it seems like we are always on the go. While I’m quite guilty of being the person to fill my schedule with as much as possible, I’ve learned (and been reminded) to slow down, smell the roses, and give myself some time to just be me. Not the Mr. Sunshine me, but the JP me. The JP me that likes to lay on the couch to watch a classic TV show, the JP me the wants to eat ice cream straight from the carton without judgment from others, the JP me that likes to cuddle up in a blanket when the world is cold, the JP me that–when stripped down–has real emotions inside that aren’t always necessarily happiness and joy.

So…slow down. Take a moment. Take a breath. Be one with yourself.

And number two…

2. That no matter how much you want to help others, there are just some people who don’t want to follow the rules, don’t want your help, and think that there is nothing wrong with how they are doing life…and that is where you need to just let it go. This is one thing that is extremely hard for me to come to terms with, especially with the Mr. Sunshine personality because it’s in my blood to help others and want to do it on the daily. But there are times and situations where it takes a toll and a time and place to finally realize that it just needs let go. In my head, I think about the end of Titanic when “Old Rose” walks out on the boat, climbs her feet on the side rails, takes a deep breath, and throws the blue heart diamond into the deep depths of the ocean.

She learned to let go. And it’s time for me and you to do the same when the situation calls for it.

So, thank you crazy pick-up truck driver for helping to remind me to zone in with myself and remind me that I need to slow down in life and let go when the time is necessary.

The age of 31 will only be with me for one more week…

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

Well, another happy Monday to you all!

Hard to believe that we are starting yet another new week in the month of August! Our precious dogs days of Summer are coming to an end. That means that the season of Fall and everything pumpkin spice is just around the corner.

I’m not going to lie, but as much as I love running in heat and indulging in the sunshine, I am quite ready for fall leaves (minus the raking), and brisk, cool mornings of walking with a sweatshirt.

Anyhoo…enough about seasons! On to this week’s post!

Ever since the release of The Lion King, the word nostalgia has continued to run through my mind. I don’t know about you, but The Lion King was one of those Disney movies that left such an imprint during my childhood days growing up. And although I haven’t seen the new release of it in theaters quite yet (will be tomorrow), I can only imagine that when I do, the wave of emotions will overcome me as tears begin to fill my eyes right as the first note of Circle of Life begins to play.

With all that seems to be happening in life on the daily along with the world around us, I found it necessary to take a few moments to walk down memory lane and relish in some nostalgia for this week’s writing.

So, buckle your seat belts and get ready because here goes nothing.

This week’s post was written in the comfort of my childhood room and being surrounded by those four walls of comfort, serenity, and security brought back so much nostalgia.

It reminded me of the days in high school when I would be awoken by my alarm and the door would open with my mom popping in to make sure I was awake and getting myself ready for breakfast and the bus. It also brought back the rush of memories from the late nights that I would spend huddled up against my bed in the wee hours of the morning after getting home from rehearsal from Show Choir to complete the homework that was due the next day.

Even to this day, there are still things in my childhood room that bring back such memories during my time growing up. It’s as if it happened yesterday.

One of those objects is the stitched prayer that my family used to always have us say before we got into bed each night. It is quite familiar and you can probably recite along:

“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my Lord thy soul to keep. Guide me safely through the night, wake me with the morning light. Amen.”

That stitched prayer still hangs on my wall and even at the age of 31, saying that prayer and looking at those words, fills my soul with such a rich warmth.

Some of the other items in my room that bring back a flood of good memories are the trophies from my years in Show Choir during high school that my mom has so neatly organized with the shelves on the wall. Each trophy fills my head with memories of music, costumes, dance moves, and thrills of performing in front of an audience. The time I spent with the high school Show Choir definitely fueled my passion for keeping that part of the arts in my life alive when I went off to college.

There are also a few trophies and medals from my days of playing soccer. Yes, you did read that sentence correctly. I played sports! And quite honestly, I wasn’t that bad. Soccer is definitely something I would go back and play in a heartbeat if I could find the time to do it. My favorite position to play? Midfield. My least favorite position to play? Goalie because I would be afraid the ball would ruin my beautiful teeth…

KIDDING! Well…kind of…not really.

Well, I hope you are ready for this next section of nostalgia because it’s pretty intense. Do you have your seat belts buckled?!

Well, here goes.

Recently, my mom found in her box of goodies that she kept for me from my time growing up all the letters that I used to write to Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and Louie the Leprechaun!

Yes, that’s right. I was quite the letter writer to these folks and I have the visual proof to show you. And let me tell you, my letters to these peeps were like pure gold.

Don’t believe me. Well’s let’s just read an example.

“Dear Tooth Fairy,

I lost a tooth but I don’t know now where it went. From John Paul. Happy Mother’s Day. Happy Smiles.”

I know. I know. Pure gold, right?!

Well, how about this one to Santa Clause.

“Dear Santa,

I’m trying to be a good boy this year. I would like The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh and a new cash register for my play kitchen. If I deserve anything else, please surprise me. Billy would like anything surprise him! P.S.-you could get him anything! This year I have Mrs. Carlton as a teacher and I like her A LOT! Well gotta go! Bye! Bye!

P.S.-Say hello to Mrs. Claus for me. Also, please try and write back in the COLOR PRINTER.

Sincerely,

John Welliver”

Nostalgia to a T right there. it was magical. It was one of those aspects of life that really defined my childhood growing up and I would not want it any other way. Such moments like searching for our Easter baskets on Easter morning, sneaking out to the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve to see what Santa had brought and making sure the cookies and milk were all finished, coming home from school and discovering that Louie the Leprechaun had made a mess of my room and left his footprints to prove it, or finding that special amount of cash under the pillow for the recent tooth that was lost.

They were all moments that defined my childhood growing up and all moments that I look back on and smile at with such passion.

There is more visual proof of the many letters that I used to write, so I hope you continue to read on.

And you’ll see a rainbow theme. Can we say foreshadowing? Haha.

I’ve recently started watching episodes of The Brady Bunch on Hulu and it brings me right back to the days when we would sit around the living room as a family and watch the exact same episodes together as a family during the Nick at Nite evening blocks of classic shows that would take place on weeknights throughout the Summer. It also brings me back to the days when I would have a “sleepover” with my mom in the living room on Saturday nights. She would sleep on the couch and I would bring my sleeping bag out to put in the living room. We would put on the TV; however, I usually didn’t last long and would fall asleep within like 10 minutes of hitting the pillow with my head.

As I sit here writing these words in my childhood room, I smile. I smile because of the memories I’ve made in the past growing up within in these 4 walls that still stick with me today and I smile because of the memories that are continuing to be made within these 4 walls as I grow older.

So, take a deep breath, buckle up your seat belt, and take a moment to stroll down memory lane to relish in some nostalgia of your past life.

I promise it will be worth your while.

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

Well, top of the morning and happy new week to you all!

After a three week sabbatical from blogging, I am excited to be back writing once again! I hope you were all able to get some time to catch up on past blogs, relish in your favorites, get the wheels turning in your brain for future topics you would like to see me write about, and enjoy the extremely hot sunshine Mother Nature has been throwing our way.

Before I dive in to this week’s post, I must take a moment to thank everyone for being patient and supportive throughout my weeks away. I definitely missed writing and sharing sunshine and joy with you all!

Yesterday morning started out like most Sunday mornings. My alarm went off bright and early at 6:30am…well, if you want to get technical, my internal clock woke me up at 6:15am before the alarm even sounded. Don’t you just dislike how that ALWAYS seems to happen?

Anyhoo, I got out of bed, headed to the bathroom for my daily morning ritual of putting in contacts, brushing my teeth, shaving my face, and putting on running clothes.

I opened the front door, walked through the breeze of the brisk morning air to get to my car, and headed to the office of my full-time job to do some running.

After completing 3.2 miles between a mix of parking lot laps and some road side sprints, I showered, put on church clothes, and headed to Wawa for my traditional morning coffee stop. Can you guess my traditional morning coffee order from Wawa?!

I mean…if you guessed cream and sugar, you are half right! Haha!

My official Wawa coffee order is a 24 oz. Hazelnut coffee with sugar and French Vanilla creamer. So, if you ever want to give Mr. Sunshine an extra boost of energy or smile, you know how to accomplish that with a quick stop by the Wawa hot beverage station.

My apologies…I digress. This is what we call “shiny ball syndrome.”

I got into my car, put on Martina McBride’s “This One For The Girls” to jam out to, and preceded to take a few sips of my delicious coffee as I made the final trek to church.

As I parked the car, I walked into the sanctuary where I was greeted with a huge smile by Vicar Angie–who was back for the first Sunday in 5 weeks since traveling to Tanzania. It was a moment of pure joy that mixed beautifully with the happy feeling I was already experiencing from the Wawa coffee and belting the lyrics to Martina’s song.

I began to prepare my music and get organized as members of the congregation started to trickle in. I decided to pull up my phone to check out CNN.com because I hadn’t done so in awhile and wanted to get a quick update on what was happening in the world.

And as the webpage began to fully load, I immediately sunk down on the piano bench with a wave of emotion that started to bring tears to my eyes. The headline read:

“A Deadly Day In America.”

I quickly scanned the story that was now in the palm of my hand on the screen—not one, but two shootings in one day killing a total of 29 individuals and injuring several others in the states of both Texas and Ohio.

My heart sank. My eyes filled with tears.

It is moments like these that are the toughest for me to cope with.

The world is something that scares me because of the increasing amount of hatred, violence, and uncertainty we experience on the daily.

It is moments like these that make it both incredibly tough and draining to live out the Mr. Sunshine energy and positivity.

It is moments like these that make it even harder to be the shine amidst the dark.

How does one shine amidst the dark you might ask?

It is the million dollar question that doesn’t have an exact answer; however, I plan to describe to you all how I try to keep the shine alive.

Below are three things that I do within my life to help filter negative from world events and how I channel it into an energy of positivity, love, and kindness.

1. Journaling: This is a very simple task that I’ve been doing on and off for a couple of years. While it is something that I would eventually like to do everyday, I usually end up writing in it when there is something negative occurring in either my life or the world. I take the negative emotions I’m feeling and word vomit…well “write vomit” them into a journal. I don’t filter what I say…I just write. I write what I feel and I write until I feel there are no more words left in me to come out. There is something so satisfying and rejuvenating about “letting it all out on the table” as they say…except…I’m writing it in a journal. Doing this allows me to filter negative energy into a place that is for my eyes only. I’ve found the most success with my journaling in places that are quiet and conducive to a meditation-like state of mind. The church sanctuary is a place where I’ve often found myself writing these thoughts, the comfort of my room at home, or in nature surrounded by only trees, sky, and air. Doing this is SO helpful. You should try it.
2. Music: This is an aspect of my life that I often find myself turning to when the world around me is dark and cold. Music helps me find solace, peace, and comfort when turmoil seems to be everywhere. It is something that allows me to express emotion through the keys of a piano into an art that can be enjoyed by many. It is something that allows me to share emotion with those around me in hopes of helping them to dig deep into the emotions of their own personal life and be one-on-one with the notes they hear played and to feel something real and something raw.
3. Work For A Cause: This one is the most important to me. While the world continues to throw curve balls of violence and negativity, it is up to us to swing our bats and hit those curve balls with elements of positivity, love, and kindness. And one of the ways I do that is by working for a cause. Those that have been with me since my Penn State days know that pediatric cancer research is a cause close to my heart. It is something that I’m extremely passionate about and will continue to fight for in my years of life on this planet until a cure is found. This year, I’m trying to run 1000 miles while attempting to raise $16,000 toward pediatric cancer research through The Four Diamonds Fund. The fire inside my soul is ignited even brighter during times of darkness. The flames inside me fire up even more because we are the ones that are responsible for change. We are the ones who can influences others through the facets of love and kindness. We are the ones who can spread positive energy like ripples in a pond to the communities around us. Gandhi once said, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” Find a cause you are passionate about. Be the change. Don’t just think about. Go and do.

It doesn’t seem like the world will be stopping its curve balls of negativity toward us anytime soon. The headlines of mass casualty shootings, deadly weather events, and other violent acts in the world show no sign of slowing down.

So, tackle the curve balls by stepping forward and hitting it head on. Don’t step back. Don’t hide away. Don’t strike out.

It’s time to be the change.

It’s time to go and do.

It’s time to be the shine amidst the dark.

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

 

Happy Monday, friends!

I’m sorry for taking last week off; however, I was just not in the mental capacity to write a new post. A heartfelt thank you for your understanding and support. I’m excited to be back in full force this week!

I don’t know about you; however, I don’t think it felt like the Fourth of July at all this past week. Anyone? Anyone? Am I alone on this feeling? For me, it kind of felt like “just another day.” In fact, none of the holidays that have been celebrated this year have really felt the same to me. I just can’t put my finger on it. Maybe it’s because I’m becoming old.

The dogs days of Summer have certainly been no stranger to us these past few weeks. I hope everyone is staying hydrated and giving their air conditioning a workout. Get ready for that high electric bill!

Anyhoo, I digress. Let’s get on to the topic at hand for this week’s post…

And that topic is…Summer milestones!

With society telling us that Summer is already half over, I’m excited to share with you three of my greatest milestones thus far since June 21st–the actual official day that Summer started.

1. Becoming debt free with student loans

I’m one of those people that feel like I’ve been paying off student loans since birth. Raise your hand and say “Hey!” if you agree! The constant monthly payments that have always seemed to creep up on me twice a month since graduating college in 2010…well, I’m glad to finally say that they are GONE and out of my life FOREVER. That’s right…debt free from those pesky things that we call student loans. (Insert happy dance for days here). It feels liberating.

Getting these loans to the magic number of 0 over the years has been quite the task. How did I accomplish it? Well, with some hard work at a full-time job and several part time jobs, a payment plan, and a rigid concept of determination in my mind…not to sound cliche, but that’s basically how it worked. Making payments when I found myself having extra funds during a particular month was also beneficial.

And seriously…for those of you out there who are working on getting down to that magic number of 0–don’t give up. Get set up on a payment plan if you aren’t already and budget out times during the year based on your income and finances where you can make an extra payment or two to get ahead. It will work wonders. Believe me.

What will I do now with the extra money I’ll save per month? Probably buy some more ice cream for the freezer. KIDDING. Well, kind of. I mean…I will always be buying ice cream, but I might enjoy an extra half gallon…or two…or five. Shhh…don’t tell anyone!

2. Becoming an uncle

On June 24th, the Welliver family became a bit larger as my brother, Will and his wife, Mindy welcomed baby Mackenzie Marion into the world! She brought with her a full head of hair. I’m so thankful to God and everyone in my life for their support, love, and prayers toward Mindy and Will as they made their way through this pregnancy. They had some rough patches leading up to this moment and I couldn’t be more grateful that all turned out well.

She is incredibly adorable and cute and all I want to do is hold her constantly! There is just something so special and calming about snuggling a baby in your arms…and that new baby smell. It is something that can’t be described–it has to be experienced. And I can honestly say that I’ve enjoyed the moments I’ve already got to spend holding Mackenzie SO much and I’m SO looking forward to many more in the future.

I’m excited to watch her grow up and hopefully share some sunshine as she makes her way in this world.

I hope that I can do her justice as an Uncle. Only time will tell!

3, Reaching the halfway month in my 1K For 10K running journey for pediatric cancer research

On June 21st–the first official day of Summer–I hit the 500th mile in my 1K for 10K journey. Say what?! The halfway point to 1000 miles has officially been recorded! In addition to this milestone, I’m just about $400 away from hitting the $9000 total funds raised mark, which is literally insane. July kicks off Month 7 in this journey and being so close to the $10,000 total goal with 5 months still to go makes me speechless. It looks like I’ll be increasing that goal by a few thousand before end of year.

As of the writing of this post at 11:21pm Sunday night, I’ve clocked over 170 runs, more than 550 miles, and have raised an official $8625 total from the generosity of more than 100 donors. It is incredible to see the amount of love, support, and hope from individuals all over who have shared their passion and stories with me as I continue pounding miles to find a cure.

For those who are interested, this month if you donate $15.00 or more, I will play a song of your choice on the piano. That’s right. Any song at all…the choice is yours. So, that means head over to 1KFOR10K.COM to make a donation and help me join the fight to bring hope for a cure to these kids and their families.

We are and WE WILL CRUSH these goals together while finding a cure.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for you this week! We are halfway through the Summer and have halfway left to go! I look forward to even more milestones in the coming weeks as we continue to full speed ahead to the hottest dog days of weather.

So, grab your sun tan lotion, set your air conditioning to the temperature that keeps you cool to prevent those hot flashes, and bring out the flip flops because the second half of sweet Summer time is ready to kick our butts into full gear!

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!

 

 

Another happy Monday to all of you!

It’s hard to believe that we just celebrated the official first day of Summer according to our calendar and before we know it, it will be July 4th. I always remember being told that July 4th meant that Summer was half over; however, it just started. I don’t get it. Anyone else feel like this? Or am I in the minority on this one?

Also, quick side note before I get on to this week’s blog post.

I would kindly ask for all of your thoughts, prayers, and good vibes for my brother, his wife, and future Baby Girl Welliver. She was officially admitted into the hospital yesterday after having some very painful contractions. Her official due date is July 3rd; however, with the difficult pregnancies that they have experienced in the past, everything makes me extra worried. So, if you have a free moment to say a prayer or two or send a good thought their way, it would certainly be appreciated.

Well, let’s get down to business…to defeat the Huns. Yahsss to Disney songs getting stuck in my head.

Those that know me extremely well know that I’m a huge fan of tradition. I love creating new ones and I love celebrating old ones. I feel like there are so many that I’ve experienced thus far in my 31 years on this Earth; however, there is one that will forever always be my favorite. For ever and ever. Regardless of how old I get.

And that tradition is the beach with my family.

This annual Summer trip is something that has been occurring for literally as long as I can remember…and we are talking like wee little Mr. Sunshine days, so at least a decade and a half…I’ll have to check with Mama Welliver on my statistics.

One of my favorite things about the beach is that it can always both relax and calm your mind no matter how much anxiety or stress it is being put through.

There is nothing quite like hearing the waves crash on the sand or seeing the sun set in the distance over the water creating a picture that seems almost always too perfect for words.

Back in the day, we would stay at a hotel called The Lotus Inn in Wildwood Crest, New Jersey. It was one that my parents had always gone to when they traveled down after they first got married. The owners were the sweetest people and always made sure that their guests were taken care of properly with warm welcomes and smiles–two things that go a long way in today’s society.

I remember loving the water as a younger child and not being able to contain my excitement to walk across the street and put my feet in the sand. Mama Welliver always did a good job in making sure we were prepared with our sunscreen and water shoes. I was the kid who was not a fan of the water shoes though, so the minute I stepped into the water and felt something like a crab or other kind of sea creature at my feet, I would scream like a little girl and do high knee kicks out of the ocean.

I may or may not still do that…

Growing up, we would only stay at the beach for a short stay–usually 4 days and 3 nights, but it never mattered how long of a time period it was–it was always great to get away from life and spend some quality time with each other.

It was always a fun task when each of us had to either pick a place to eat dinner, play mini golf (a Welliver family favorite), or get ice cream to indulge our sweet tooth. My favorite go-to restaurant that I ALWAYS wanted to populate (and still do to this day) is called Bandanas. A cute, little Mexican restaurant with the best food. It’s one of those true gems that never disappoints. What we would call “a hole in the wall.”

Of course…as with everything…traditions change. And now, our annual beach trip takes place in North Wildwood for a week over the Labor Day holiday where we take up residence in our Cousins’ beach house condo.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to appreciate both the quality time aspect of being around people I love while also enjoying the get away from the “real world chaos” known as daily life. Well, known as adulting, actually.

As I’ve gotten older, I’m also become lesser of a fan of the water and more of a tanner with the sun. I’m also the person that puts on actual tanning lotion and not sun tan lotion. Yes, I know…you don’t need to lecture me.

Our week vacations at the beach are known to include several nights out to enjoy a delicious meal at some of our favorite local hot spot restaurants, cooking in for dinner and having a meal at the table in the dining room with conversation, lots of beach time, coffee and breakfast on the front patio, wine and game night that usually includes a pretty intense match of Catchphrase or Uno Roboto, and quiet nights of reading books or just watching a movie. Oh, and I can’t possibly forget the tradition of getting a hot dog from the retired veteran who has a stand set up right when you walk on to the beach. Nothing beats a hot dog with some ketchup, mustard, onions and an ice cold A&W root beer to wash it down with–the perfect beach lunch.

It’s truly amazing what a week at the beach can do for you. It’s a time to forget about your troubles, a time to relax and be stress-free, a time to recharge, rejuvenate, and rejoice in the simple things…quality time with those in your life that you appreciate.

By the time September rolls around, I can tell you without a doubt in my mind that I will be ready for a vacation. Heck, I’m probably ready for one now. Correction…I AM ready for one now.

So, celebrate traditions…both old and new. And learn to appreciate them for what they are worth. They are moments that will bring your soul the greatest joy and fulfillment for days to come.

Sprinkle sunshine always,

JP!