I am a human terrified of change. Petrified. So this
semester… new city ,
new apartment, new program, new roommates, new roads, new curling iron, new people,
places & things… you can imagine my anxiety. And if you can not, I will
describe it in six words: I gave myself stress-induced stomach ulcers. Okay,
maybe that’s seven. Do hyphenated words count as two or one? Regardless, life came
at me so quick I just threw it all up. Literally (accented British-ly).
But can I say something crazy? (Unintentional, yet
completely subconsciously perfect Frozen reference…) One day, I just wasn't
scared anymore. Because for the first time in forever (yes, Frozen again.), I
was not making decisions on my own. & Never in my life have I felt more
unreasoned and unquestioned comfort. Like things were just right. I knew that
where I was headed… was exactly where I needed to be. And while making these
curiously life-shattering decisions… when everything I knew was cocooning into
a shriveled pine-cone… I was okay. I was at peace. I was… happy! I am so so so happy! So
although both my mother & I DTR my decisions to death… I absolutely know that my Savior has
directed me to this happiness. He knows where I've been, who I've become, and
what I need.
And so when my perfect little planned life stubbed it’s toe
on a metal garden liner… It only means that my Heavenly Father has something
better for me. And I’ll tell you what… I've got a pretty stinking good plan
laid out for myself in my head. So if His is better… I say bring it on. I’m
ready. I dare you to make my life better than I can even imagine. Bring it
absolutely on.
And now look at me. Only three weeks into the semester… already
knowing this will be the best one yet. See, Jenna… all this change has actually
made you the happiest you've ever been. Didn't see that one coming, did you?
So here I go… I’m doing it. And I don’t care…
#seriouslysoblessed
