Happen

I cannot believe the happenings of the last few months. I am overwhelmed by the new creature I have become. Opera, friends, mission call, temple, family vacation - a drink, blended and chopped together, that I partook, not knowing how it would affect every fiber of my being. Not only does the newness burn in my heart, but it also sparks in my fingers and toes.

My tongue yearns to taste the past months' experiences again. But the mind is wise and knows that one cannot look back. One must progress and combine new ingredients to make me into an even better individual.

I wish I could describe how becoming Beatrice, opening my mission call, or my renewed love for family affected me, but words will never suffice the spirit and happiness I feel inside. Giddy, content, full. My heart just doesn't know what to do with itself anymore.

If what they say is true, if progression truly does equal happiness, than I must move on. But I cannot and will not forget what I have learned and who I have become.
Onward ho!

And that's what Jenny thinks.