Suckers

Life is like a sucker.
It tastes good. Every lick, every moment leaves you wanting more.
Sugar dances on your tongue to your divine enjoyment.
But.....
It's hard. No matter how many times you lick a sucker, it's still hard. Delicious, but hard.
That's how I feel about life as of late. Yesterday, God gave me so many beautiful reminders that I really needed - I'm smart, beautiful, capable of making decisions, and just me. Just as I was beginning to think myself, "Self, Great day! I am so happy, I should get some icecream," God kindly interrupted my happy-icecream-thoughts with reminders that life is still hard.
Life is like a sucker.

And that's what Jenny thinks.

Little do they know

Walking on campus, Puccini's La Boheme blasting in my ears. Students clamor around me. Little do they know that I am enraptured in a passionate duet of High C's and Italian accents. Little do they know I'M EXPERIENCING MAGIC, HERE!!!!

I never really use headphones that often. Actually, I am often disgusted at my generation's tendency to be constantly "plugged in." But after my musical experiences today, I think it is safe to say that you might see my head confined between those two little buds more often. Those earbuds carried me from my busy world to a magical place where all of the music was mine. I would like to repeat this experience as often as possible, thank you very much. I shall call it music-magic and it shall be mine and I shall call it my music-magic.

And that's what Jenny thinks.

Still

His hand is outstretched
still.
After all of our sinning and mistaking, neglecting and forgetting.
still
His hand is outstretched.
still
He just waits for us to reach back.
still
Aren't we lucky?
still

And that's what Jenny thinks.

Mush

Why do I spend so much time reading blogs? I love reading words. Bloggers like Emily Janette, Taylor Ann and Courtney Jane create new word recipes almost every day. I can just eat them up. I sit there, tasting and experiencing their thoughts as if they were mine. And they are.

Until I draw my eyes away from their delicious words. At that moment, my own thoughts roller-coaster into my head. I quickly realize that I am not Taylor Ann, C. Jane, or Emily Janette. I am Jenny. My thoughts swim too quickly to be caught and made into a delicious recipe of words.

I am Jenny the wanna-be-blogger-with thoughts that swim too fast, and a life that doesn't slow down. Despite my speed, I must put down my thoughts and make them into something - mush(a soft or soggy mass) or perhaps, someday, filet mignon. So here it is - mush. And it will probably always be mush. But it's my mush.

And that's what Jenny thinks.