However you look it at, that's how long I have until I report to the MTC. weeks, days, hours, minutes. It's all the same. I was going to post it on facebook, but when I tried to do that, I threw up a little bit inside. Too real.
Don't get me wrong, I'm really excited. It's just still a little surreal. It's a bit like a good hamburger with all the goods on top. It tastes sooooo good. But in one bite there is just too much to swallow.
And that's what Jenny thinks.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Who Woulda Thunk
Sometimes life takes you by surprise. Two years ago I never would've thought I'd be the person I am today. I never thought that:
my heart would melt whenever I listen to opera
52 days from now would mark the first day of my mission to California, Santa Rosa
I'd miss provo
I'd refer to myself and the collective BYU as "we"
"[Bilbo] used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. 'It's dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door, ' he used to say. 'You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.'"
Life's quite the adventure, isn't it?
And that's what Jenny thinks.
my heart would melt whenever I listen to opera
52 days from now would mark the first day of my mission to California, Santa Rosa
I'd miss provo
I'd refer to myself and the collective BYU as "we"
"[Bilbo] used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. 'It's dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door, ' he used to say. 'You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.'"
Life's quite the adventure, isn't it?
And that's what Jenny thinks.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Sorting and struggling
Struggling for words, that is. My mind, my heart, my whole being is a bit all over the place - like the tazmanian devil. My heart longs to write what is going on, but it just isn't happening. I don't know whether I should write about fear, excitement, guilt, blessings? All of these feelings and more sit inside of me like giant, pukey mess. Forgive my graphic imaging. There doesn't seem to be anyway to sort out the pukey mess, so I might as well embrace it. Oops. Another gross visualization.
The solution isn't simple or even possible. But I can tell you some things that I think would tidy up this mess:
A walk with a friend
A drive with the windows rolled down, and me and someone else singing at the top of our longs.
Okay. So I went with the messy barf analogy. But now that about it, that holds bad connotations. I don't feel bad, just a little bit.... overwhelmed, nope not that.....ummm..... maybe foggy? Yes. Foggy. I'm a little fogged up. Nothing is clear except for a few, very important things. Let the other important things fall by the wayside. No big deal. Right?
And that's what Jenny thinks.
The solution isn't simple or even possible. But I can tell you some things that I think would tidy up this mess:
A walk with a friend
A drive with the windows rolled down, and me and someone else singing at the top of our longs.
Okay. So I went with the messy barf analogy. But now that about it, that holds bad connotations. I don't feel bad, just a little bit.... overwhelmed, nope not that.....ummm..... maybe foggy? Yes. Foggy. I'm a little fogged up. Nothing is clear except for a few, very important things. Let the other important things fall by the wayside. No big deal. Right?
And that's what Jenny thinks.
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