Lessons on family.

Going into this semester I knew that my head would be filled to the brim with new knowledge. I had no idea that a good chunk of that knowledge would be about lessons on the importance of family. I come from an amazing family that I cherish so much, but this semester I learned about how to draw near to a family that isn't related to you by blood.

The first family that I became a part of was the 'SpEd Head' family. This family was made up of my fellow college students that were all in the same program as me as a Special Education major. We are all from the same college, were all placed in the same area of the state, but all have different stories. I looked forward to getting to know all of these individuals and to see how we would grow as professionals over the course of the semester. They were the ones that texted me back at those late hours in the evening about the silly question I had on a project. They were the ones who made the stress of the semester not seem so bad because I had someone else to share it with.

The second family I became a part of was the school staff and students at my placements. The high school I was placed at quickly became home. My students captured my heart with a strong and firm grip. These students have the BIGGEST hearts of anyone that I have ever met. Just like a family they cared for me on my good days and on my bad days. When they sensed that I was stressed they reached out with kind words to reassure me that everything would indeed be alright. They laughed at my jokes and didn't make fun of me when the grand science experiment I planned didn't go exactly as I had imagined it would. My kids at the grade school I taught at greeted me with hugs and tiny little smiles that seemed to take up their whole face. They were eager to learn and went out of their way to show me how smart they were.

The last family I became a part of was at my church. My mom jokes with me that when I first moved into this new town, finding a church was higher on the priority list than anything else, such as the mall or where the best ice cream shop was. During the middle of the week pretty early on in the semester I said a prayer to God to send me a friend at church. I told Him, "I don't need many friends. Just give me someone to hi to every Sunday. Or at least someone that will smile at me. I just want to feel like I belong." You see the Lord is amazing, and he provided me with not only one friend, but TWO that next Sunday. This family soon became known as my 'Decatur parents'. They took me in (when they didn't have to) and gave me with the comfort that only Christ can provide. While I didn't get to spend as much time with them as I would have liked (due to a busy school schedule), I appreciate every hug, prayer and text message checking in to see how I am doing.

Family is a lot about who raised you as a person. It is also about those around you that push you to be successful and encourage you along the way. I could not have made it through this semester with my  family from home (thanks Mom and Dad) and the three families I became a part of during the past six months. As this semester comes to a close and I get ready to move back home to Chicago, I have trouble with ending this chapter of the book of my life. I am not one to become attached easily, but so much good has come out of my last six months living here and in this experience. I know that it will be tough to leave all these memories behind, but I can't wait for what's in store for me in the coming months before I graduate.

Dear Future Husband...

There's this song by Meghan Trainor called "Dear Future Husband" that played on my iTunes the other day and it got me to thinking. The lyrics start out by saying, "Dear future husband, here's a few things you'll need to know if you wanna be my one and only all my life." Sounds pretty legit, right? In this song she talks about the various things that her future husband should or needs to do in order for her to commit to him as being her future husband.

Every girl has that list of qualifications of things that they hope their future spouse will have. You might be saying, "Jenny, I definitely don't have one of those... What are you talking about?" Don't kid yourself, you probably have at least one quality you want your future lover to have. I used always joke that there was a list of seven qualities my future boyfriend/husband had to have in order to sweep me off my feet and love me forever. It was composed of 'must haves' and 'negotiable' items.

1. Be able to sing, play an instrument or have another really cool talent.
2. Be able to rock the bow tie and/or suspender look.
3. Be humble and kind and funny.
4. Love Jesus.
5. Have an accent.
6. Be able to hold his own in a social setting (ie. is an independent man).
7. Have siblings. (Can't be an only child)

Now when I look back at this list some of them make me laugh because of the ridiculousness (for example, having an accent, what was I thinking??), some of them still hold true and there are definitely other items that I would add.

So this got me to thinking about the letter that I would write to my future husband. Now I'll make it clear that I have no intentions on getting married anytime soon... Nor do I know who my future husband will be. I am as single as a pringle right now. The one thing I am sure about is that he's out there and I'm pretty sure that he will rock my socks off.

So here goes nothing....

Dear Future Husband,

Hi there handsome. We may or may not know each other, but I think you are really great and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I have been patiently waiting for you and couldn't be more excited for the life that waits before us.

Now I am sure you already have been given the "Can this guy date/love Jenny?" test by my father, grandfather and big 'brothers'. And I am positive that you passed it with flying colors, simply because you are that amazing. I have been raised by my parents to believe that I am a unique individual and deserve someone who will treasure that. My big brothers have reminded me time and time again that I can not and should not settle for anyone that isn't willing to realize the beauty that lies deep within me. I have some pretty wise and humble men that I look up to as role models. It is my hope that you will enjoy spending time with them. I also hope you will encourage me and push me as much as they do.

We both have our past, our baggage and our flaws. That is just simply how life is. No one is perfect, but we are perfectly imperfect. I have things in my past that I really like and those things that I wish I could forget about. I am sure that we will have our good and bad times, but I know that the love we have for each other will be enough to get us through. Let's take each day one step at a time, and never stop loving each other. 

I hope you like adventure, because those are my favorite. Are you ready for all the crazy ideas that roam around in my head? Are you willing to make those a reality no matter how ridiculous they sound at first? I look forward to exploring new cities and places with you. Let's venture out into the unknown and see what we find. I have a hunch that it will be fabulous and better than we could ever imagine.

Will you sing and dance with me when no one is watching (and even when they are watching too?). Do you like to do interpretative dance while driving? Because I sure do. I can't wait for the inside jokes we will call ours. I hope you are prepared for me to test out my cheesiest pick up lines on you. And I expect that you will return them with even cheesier responses.

Do you love Jesus? It is my hope that you do. If you don't, are you willing to still encourage me in my walk with Christ? This is a very important aspect in my life that I would love to share with you. I hope that we can spend time serving others and loving them like Christ loves us. I want to be a light to the world, right by your side.

So, what are we waiting for? Let's embark on this journey we call life. We will make splendid memories, have lovely conversations and grow old together. I see the love that we will share be fun, real and never ending. I love you with all of my heart already and there isn't a day that you aren't on my mind. I hope and pray that there is success in your life. I thank the Lord every day that he led me to you and for the love that we will share.

☮♡✞
Jenny

A new life motto to live by

Who knew that three short statements could change how you look and interact with the world around you. Be silly. Be honest. Be kind. So simple, yet so bold. I recently met someone that had a shirt that had this quote on it and it totally rocked my world. Instantly after reading the shirt, I went and got a piece of paper to write it down to save for later. I was given some strange looks by this individual, but that is probably because they don't understand my crazy obsession for quotes and how they provide meaning to my crazy life. 

Be silly.

Often we think that silliness is a childish thing but in reality it is something that will stay with us and be something we do each day in our life until the day we die. Look for the spark in other people's eyes. Hang out with those that just want to embrace life, no matter how ridiculous it may seem. Do you like to dance when no one's watching (or when there are a bunch of people watching)? Then do it. Go all out and get those hips moving and grooving. Sing even if your voice shakes or you think it's no good. 

Be honest.

Honesty is something that should be incorporated into our life each day. Most of all I need to be honest with my self. From time to time it's important for me to check myself to see if the way that I am leading my life aligns with the core values that I hold myself to. It is important for me to be honest with those that I come in contact with. I need to let the people I care about know how much I love them. I need to be honest and raw with my feelings and emotions. I need to be honest with myself and others when something is bothering me or not right. Honesty will take you very far. 

Be kind. 

Kindness is such a powerful thing and should be something you should hold tight to. The world can be a mean, cruel and scary place, but it's crucial to be kind to everyone you meet. You may not want to give kind words to the driver who cuts you off in traffic or that one co-worker that really gets under your skin, but you must. Life is too short to say anything less than something kind. It's the greatest feeling in the world to be kind to someone else and see that smile in return. Participate in random acts of kindness. It can be a grand gesture or something very small. 

Sending a little love to you, from me.

Hello people of the internet!

So maybe you are reading this blog post because you are a faithful follower (if that's you congrats and thank you so much, I really do appreciate it) or it popped up on your FaceBook news feed. Either way, that's awesome. On the other hand you might have stumbled upon this blog post because of a hash tag or little envelope you have found rencently. It that's you, then welcome.

Let me take a moment to introduce myself. My name is Jenny. I am your average college student from Illinois. I dream of adventures, making a difference in the world and just being a light to other people. I get the energy to fuel my fire by being around other people. I love dancing (when no one's watching) and singing my heart out while driving my daily commute.

I have recently started a campaign (or just little project I guess) that aims to put more love in this world. That is where the nice little envelope or hash tag comes in. This past summer I was a counselor at a camp for kids with disabilities. It was an amazing experience and taught me how important it is to love on those people that are around you. During our rest hours and breaks I started writing secret love letters to strangers. I don't really know what motivated me to do it other than I hope to spread love to strangers that maybe could use some.

It started out with one letter and now has grown to a tiny pile of letters. I decided to use the hash tag #‎loveletters2youfromme‬ on each of my cards with the hopes that people might be able to share their story. Each letter is different and comes directly from my heart. Sounds cheesy, I know, but it's genuinely true. I just wrote what came to my mind knowing that it would hopefully impact someone else's life in some way. Before I hide the letters in random places, I always pray over the letter and for the person that will receive it. I may not know the person that will pick up that letter or the things they are going through. One thing I do know is that as humans we desire to feel love and give love. That is the goal of this project. I want you (whether you are a stranger or not) to feel loved and then spread that love to others.  

So if you are reading this today and found one of my crazy love letters during your daily routine, I would love to hear about it. You can comment on here telling me about how you found it, if impacted you or your story. Feel free to spread the love by writing some love letters of your own or sharing this blog post. I am curious to see how much love we can spread to others. 

Well that's all folks. Keep being your awesome and amazing self. Don't ever change who you are, because you are enough. Love yourself and everyone around you. 

Self(ie) Discovery

It seems recently that my generation is into taking selfies for dayssssss. I am definitely one of these people (and I'm not even mad about it...). Some may think it's vain or unnecessary, but I have found that it has lead me to discovering the self love that has been missing in my life.

I am someone that has been overweight for most of my life. It's not an awful thing, but it isn't necessarily great either. If I am being honest with myself (and those around me), I have struggled with self love and having the confidence in myself. Tears have been shed and the thoughts have consumed me. This might be a surprise to some and you might be thinking, "Oh but you're always so happy all the time and seem to love the life you lead." Both of those statements are 100% true. I love the life that God has blessed me with and have found over time that happiness and joy is the thing that will take me to the places in life that I need to get to.

What I can tell you however is that I haven't always been happy in the skin that I am in. There have been countless times that I have stood in front of the mirror and belittled the body I am in and have let those negative thoughts consume me. Now I'm sure I'm not the only one that has done this, but in these dark and negative moments it has sure felt that I was alone and the only one. There is a comment that was said to me by a teacher when I was in high school, that has stuck in the back of head for a very long time. "When I look at you I see disappointment." Those eight words have been written in permanent ink in my being as a person. They haunt me in my times of doubt and have hindered the potential of loving myself in the past.

                        

I could very well let this dark cloud loom over my head and have it impact the way I lead my life, but I have chosen otherwise. I won't let that define who I am. While I'm not pretty and skinny, I'm finding that those two adjectives are not the definition of true inner beauty. I don't let 8 negative words in a hurtful phrase guide the way that I lead my life, instead I live to prove to that teacher that I AM someone and I have potential instead of being a disappointment. It is through great role models, people who encourage me and the maturity that time will bring that I have realized the great value that my inner beauty has in shaping me as a person.


I am no longer the chubby girl who has an outward confidence about her, but still struggles with the inner debates and doubts about her self worth. I am a girl who lets her inner beauty shine for the world to see and is learning to navigate the concept of loving yourself. I am no longer the girl who just likes boys from afar because of the fear that no one would ever love her the way she deserved to be loved. I am now the girl who is letting her walls down and letting people into her life to love her in a way she has never been loved before. I know that a boy will come along and totally rock my world in the way that he cares for me and accepts me for who I am as a whole.


                                       



In this whole process of self acceptance and loving myself I have found that selfies and photos of myself have made a great impact on how I see myself within the world. It is these snapshots in time that have captured the light that gleams in my eyes, the fun loving spirit that is contained in my soul and the desire to love myself just as much as I love those around me. I am not at the end of my self love journey. In fact, this is just the beginning. I am excited to see how this proclamation of self acceptance changes my life and where it takes me.

       

My lighthouse of hope.

I was wandering through a thrift shop last weekend and came across an item that sparked something inside of me. What I found was a little sculpture of a lighthouse. Seems pretty simple, I know, but there is way more meaning than what can be found on the surface level.

It was a while ago that I became fascinated with lighthouses. I can't put my finger on what exactly started it, but all I do know is that they are a beautiful symbol of hope. The definition of a lighthouse is 'a tower or other structure containing a beacon of light to warn or guide ships at sea.' Just think about it, the whole purpose of a lighthouse is to be a hope for people that are out in the sea or the unknown. The light that shines could be a 'oh finally, we've reached land' kind of light or it could be 'oh there's the land, but I want to go out on another adventure' kind of light. Whichever you choose it serves a purpose of giving you hope.

While I am not a sailor, or ever really intend to be one (well, maybe it could be a career aspiration if all else fails..) I can still use a lighthouse in my life to give me the hope and guidance I need. There are times in my life where I need to be able to see where the land is while I'm struggling in a troubled sea of doubts and fears. On the other hand, there are also times where I am sailing through life and see the lighthouse on land but say, 'I can last for a little longer' or 'I'm up for the challenge, let's go!' Either way, there is a light shining in front of me that guides me and gives me the hope to continue on my journey.

Now I have never seen a lighthouse in real life, but I hope to fulfill that dream someday soon. I look forward to the day that I can see the symbol of hope standing right in front of me and the opportunity to take in all the beauty that surrounds that moment.

"I won't fear what tomorrow brings.

With each morning I'll rise and sing,

my God's love will lead me through.

You are the peace in my troubled sea"

- Rend Collective 

It's all about the small things folks...

Earlier this evening I found myself sitting on this pier that overlooked a beautiful lake. I have driven past this park many times, but today was the first time that I turned into the parking lot and took the time to explore this cute little area. To my delight I found a pier that stuck out in the middle of a calm and serene lake. I came just as the sun was starting to set, so I was able to experience the masterpiece that was being painted in the sky. All I could do is sit in silence and in awe of the beauty that surrounded me. 

As my feet dangled off this pier it gave me time to reflect upon the little and big things that make up my life currently. I have found recently that the big things have been consuming and cluttering life up. It's big things like getting good grades in all areas of my classes during a really hard semester. Being held to very high expectations and being discouraged when things don't always work out. Graduation, which is right around the corner. The events and future that comes after graduation. The doubt and fear that often consumes me. Relationships and the fear of not being loved by someone else (aka being forever alone...). Becoming a real adult soon with responsibilities, bills and more. 

I also took time to think about the little wonderful things in my life lately. Remembering that each day is a new and fresh start. The smile that is on my face the minute my feet hit the floor in the morning because I know that I get to work with some amazing students and make an impact in their life. Using my awkward voice to help change the world's problems (or just to make math class a little bit more fun...). Rekindled friendships that might have the potential for something more. Individuals who show me Christ's unconditional love even though they barely know me. Learning to love myself a little bit each day for who I am at this present moment. Amazing friends who encourage me and push me to be the best I can be. Dance parties in front of the mirror in the morning, while trying to choose something to wear. 

I have decided that I will declare that the big things in life won't consume me anymore. It's the smaller things that I can handle (and are frankly way more interesting). I will be able to conquer the big things in life by pursuing and accepting the small things. Everything will fall into place with time. I'm learning to love the life I lead and realize that it's truly all about the small things. I'm ready for this amazing ride called life, are you? 

Teaching the white girl to dance.

My freshman year I took a big leap out of my comfort zone and joined the Interdenominational Youth Choir, a predominately African American gospel choir on my campus. When I joined three years ago I had no idea that it would change my life and shape me into a confident young woman. This blog post serves as an ode to my IYC fam and a shout out for the amazing times.

The four amigos from freshman year. 

The story starts out with me as a freshman (awkward and shy that's for sure) in college. My university has something called "Festival ISU" where all the student and community organizations come out on the quad to give out information and try to recruit people to be in their group. I walked around the quad with my friend Julie. We spent the afternoon checking out all the cool organizations that the university has to offer and collecting a crap ton of free stuff (Julie was especially excited for the free cups, haha). During high school I was always involved in my church's choir and I loved every minute of it! We would spend our spring breaks touring across the USA singing at various churches. That choir was where I made some of my closest friends from high school. So going into college I wanted to see if I could join a choir of some sort to keep up the singing.

Smiles all around at a concert freshman year. 

I remember walking up to the IYC booth because I saw two things that interested me; music notes and Jesus. I thought to myself, "Wow! Two of my favorite things located in one booth! Can life get any better than this?" The people that were at the booth asked me if I liked to sing and became very excited when I responded that I did. They proceeded to give me information about how to become a member and when rehearsals were and such. I took the information and then continued on my way. That night when I got home, Julie and I looked through the handful of flyers that we had collected throughout the day.

Exec board being our goofy selves. 

When I came to the IYC flyer I googled them to see if I could get more information. When the website came up I read that this choir was one of the first predominately black organizations that is on ISU's campus. My first immediate thought was, "Well, I'm not black. I'm definitely as white as can be. So I obviously can't join this choir." And that was that. I didn't go to that rehearsal the first week because I was afraid to step outside of my comfort zone. Weeks went by and I went about my life, occasionally thinking about the choir, but mostly focusing on school work and such. About a month later I was sitting in my math class when this girl came and sat down next to me. She was wearing one of IYC's track jackets so I could easily tell that she was a member of the choir. Curiosity got the best of me and I approached her and asked her about her jacket and pretended to play dumb as she explained all about the choir (I had already known most of the information because a few weeks previously I had done some more research).

The exec board and our clinician Judith McAllister at our Workshop.  

The next thing I know I am going to my first IYC choir rehearsal. I went into the room where it was being held only knowing one person (and I barley knew her because we just met that morning) and I walked out at the end of the night with a whole new family. The minute I walked into the room the president of the choir (who is my big brother and best friend now) marched right up to me and said "Welcome home suga foot" while embracing me in a huge hug. I sat in awe during the warm ups and review of the songs. The music and harmonies between the sections was outstanding. I was instantly hooked. It was not a coincidence that I had ran into that girl in my math class who then sparked the interest again to get involved in the choir.

Eating lunch with our sister choir
 from Northern Illinois University. 

Joseph and I. Can't catch us not smiling.

I was welcomed with open arms that first rehearsal and that truly changed my life. Being a member of this amazing choir has opened my eyes to so many great things and broadened my horizons. Growing up I came from a mainly white town and didn't experience much diversity. I had interacted with people that were different than me, but it wasn't a regular part of my life. This was the first time that I have ever experienced being the minority of a group (and that truly doesn't happen very often being a white, middle class, female). Was it awkward being the minority sometimes? Sure. I would receive some stares as I would enter various events that we were singing at. Were the stares meant to be hurtful? Probably not, I would imagine the were more sparked by curiosity than anything else. Most of all I learned how to be compassionate towards others that are different than me and this is a very good lesson to learn. The thing that is most beautiful in all of this is that I may have a different skin color than my friends in choir, but we are still a part of Christ's HUGE family. That bond is so much stronger than anything else in the world. All the differences between our lives are wiped away because we have this common thread of brother and sisterhood.

Praise and worship pose. And go. 

The past three years of my time in choir have been absolutely fabulous and I wouldn't change it for the world. My choir family has been there to encourage me through the bad times and celebrate with me during the good times. We have shared many smiles, laughs, tears, late nights and adventures. I have enjoyed building relationships with everyone I've met and experiencing all that I can throughout my time in choir. I also had the pleasure of serving on the Executive Board for two years as the Vice President. During my time as VP, I got to help plan and lead some cool programs as well as put on a very successful Workshop weekend for visiting college choirs. I took for granted all the amazing opportunities and wonderful people I met as a result of being a member of this choir. I will miss this experience as I graduate college and start up my new life. These memories and people will forever be etched into my heart and always on my mind. I am so blessed to have this choir in my life and my life has been forever changed.

My big brother, role model and best friend. So thankful he's in my life. 

My mom would always joke with me throughout my time in choir that 'They were teaching the white girl to dance.' I attribute my grove and natural swag from being a part of a gospel choir. I am positive that my ability to harmonize with the radio in the car is a direct result from the endless hours of rehearsal and being a member of the Alto section. Not only did IYC teach this white girl how to dance, but they also taught her how to open up her heart and let others walk in. They taught her how love others unconditionally and the true meaning of family. They helped her build a stronger relationship with Christ. They helped her find herself in a world that can often times be overwhelming.


Quick Little Funny Story to Share:
We had a concert in the spring of my Junior year and at the end of the concert some of my choir friends came up to me and said "Oh Jenny it's so cool that your parents came to the concert!" I gave them a puzzled look because my parents were not at the concert due to having a schedule conflict. I told them this and they shook their heads and pointed to the only white couple sitting in the audience and said, "No, that's them, isn't it?" All I could do was laugh and reply "Nope that's not them. Just because they are white doesn't mean you can assume they are related to me." It made me giggle but then stop to think about how many times this might happen with the roles reversed.

My big brother Javin and amazing advisor Donald. 

Writing my story...

I am a senior in college. In less than a year I will be entering the real world as a college grad. Sometimes this still catches me off guard. Graduating from college is such a big accomplish and will be such a pivotal moment in my life. It seems like the ever present question that people have been asking me lately has been, "So... What are your plans for after college?"

Honestly, this question frustrates me and makes me anxious because I don't know what exactly I will be doing after college. I don't have a perfect road map laid out for me with dates and things for me to accomplish. Instead I have a good idea of what I would like to do and a lot faith in the Lord that he will lead me to do His will. I can see myself doing many great things and sometimes it's hard to narrow it down into a maintainable and reachable vision. I will be graduating with a degree in Special Education so I can definitely see myself doing something with that. My heart is also pulling me to do international missions to help empower women and girls through education. There are so many options and opportunities that lie in front of me that it is hard to know exactly which path I should go down and pursue. How do I know I made the right choice? What if I was meant to do something completely different and I missed that opportunity? 


When the uncertainty and pressure of the future weighs heavy on me all I can do is trust that in time I will know what I am supposed to do. There's a song that has spoken to me recently. It says the following:

"I'm an empty page

I'm an open book

Write Your story on my heart

Come on and make Your mark

Author of my hope

Maker of the stars

Let me be Your work of art

Won't You write Your story on my heart"

- Francesca Battistelli 

I couldn't agree more with these lyrics. At this point in my life (and always) I will be an empty page of an open book, just waiting for me to leave my mark on the world. As much as I worry about what the future holds for me, I have no doubt that it will be really freaking awesome. I am going to make several mistakes, but will most definitely learn from them to make me a stronger person in the long run. My life will have its ups, downs, twists and turns for sure. This is just the beginning of me writing my story... I don't have to have all the answers to the questions that roam around in my head. I just have to be open to living life and whatever comes my way. Let the next chapter of my life begin with no regrets. 

What I Miss

I recently moved to a new town for one of my teaching placements and I can count the amount of people that I know on one hand. I am in my senior year of college, but am not living on campus with the rest of my friends. While the majority of my friends and peers will be experiencing their last year of school with each other, I have entered the real world early and am learning how to start my career. This semester will be a season of firsts and new experiences, and I am quite ready for the challenge. While I am embracing the change up ahead, I can't help but to look back at what I'll miss.

What I miss...

• Sunday night grocery store adventures with my best friend
• The college atmosphere and how friendly everyone is
• Turtle dancing on the couch with my roommates
• Midnight milkshake runs
• Football games (but not actually for the football, I mainly only go for the marching band #bandnerdforlife) 
• Jesus talks with close friends
• Movie nights
• The beautiful quad in the fall 
• Narrating my roommate's life in song (and them telling me that I annoy them, but the fact that they secretly enjoy it)
• Singing in the gospel choir and all the crazy shenanigans we get into
• Being a part of the MASAI mentor program and seeing the success my mentees have had in college
• Wednesday afternoon cuddles in a huge bed
• Scheduled days of fun with my roommates
• The Sweet Corn Festival in Uptown Normal (because I freaking love corn on the cob)
• Being a part of Students Today Leaders Forever and going on the Pay It Forward Tour
• Going on cool service trips with really neat people
• Touching windmills out in the country

Now I could easily dwell upon all the things that will be different about this year and the things that I will miss while living in this new place. I have made up my mind though however to make a list of the things I am looking forward to and excited for.

What I'm excited for...

• Making this new apartment my home for the next 6 months
• Inspiring my students to learn and have fun while doing it
• Going to bed before 10 o'clock. Eh, a girl can dream, can't she? 
• Getting to know my new lovely roommate
• Joining a new church family
• Having time to read books for fun, maybe...
• Exploring this new town I am in and going on adventures
• Working really hard this semester and seeing it all pay off
• Learning a ton from my cooperating teacher
• Making new friends and keeping up with old ones
• The quietness that is there when you live in a residential apartment rather than an apartment complex filled with college kids
• Having a small, but functional kitchen to cook and bake in
• A walk in closet that holds all my teaching clothes (and the fact that the number of teaching clothes outnumbers the amount of regular clothes #teacherproblems)
• Getting to know my neighbors and hearing their life story

There are so many things for me to look forward to during this semester. While I will miss my friends and activities that go on at school, I am ready for this new adventure. Let's see where life takes me this semester. Readyyyyyyy. Set. Gooooooo! 

I will choose to enjoy the journey that God has set before me. 

[Bucket list Item #10]: Get a small meaningful tattoo.

Tattoos. They are something that stays permanently on your body. Forever. It’s kind of a big commitment. I have never had the strong desire to get tatted up all over my body or to even get a handful of them; it just simply wasn’t my style. Some people can pull off that look effortlessly, but I am pretty sure that I wouldn’t be one of those people. A few years ago I started making a bucket list of things that I would want to accomplish before my time on this amazing earth is over. One of the items on my list is ‘to get a small, meaningful tattoo’. I had originally put it on the bucket list on a whim, and didn’t really think that it would ever be accomplished. If you know me pretty well you know that I don’t do well with needles. For example, every time I get blood drawn at the doctor I have to have them use the butterfly needles (the ones they use on small children) and just pray that I don’t pass out. Call me a wimp or a baby if you want, that’s just the way I am I guess. So with all this being said, in order to get a tattoo they use needles, so it was going to be very interesting to see how this would work out.

This was my original drawing. 

I knew when I put this item on my bucket list that if I were ever to get a tattoo it would be of a peace sign, a heart and a cross. It would be small and be located on my left wrist. A lot of people wonder and ask ‘why are you having those three symbols tattooed on you? What do they mean? Peace, love and Jesus?’ And yeah, that’s exactly what it means. Three of my favorite things; peace, love and Jesus. Back in high school I got really into writing letters and having pen pals. At first when I started I would just sign the letters ‘Love, Jenny’. It was very plain, very simple and got the point across. One day I received a letter from a friend and she had signed it with a heart and a cross that were intertwined. I thought it was a very neat way of leaving your mark. From that point on I decided to create my own signature that would leave my mark. In doing that I decided upon the peace sign, heart and cross. Still simple, but with deep meaning and power behind it. Ever since then I have been signing letters, cards, and autographs (Just kidding. I’m not that famous. Yet.).

The process and the finished product. 

A few friends and I had planned on getting tattoos at the end of the summer once camp was over and everything. As the date approached closer and closer I could feel my anxiety increasing. I wasn’t sure that I would actually follow through with it until I signed into the tattoo parlor and submitted the down payment. There were four of us getting tattoos that day. Each one was different and each was unique in its own way. I was the last one to get it done and by that point I had already understood the process and my nerves were calming down. I had submitted a drawing of what I wanted it to look like and then the artist took my drawing and sketched it out again.  After you approve the drawing they put it on this special kind of paper that turns into a temporary tattoo. They then take that paper and place it on the part of your body where you want the tattoo so they can make sure the spacing and size is acceptable. The artist got mine on the first try and I liked how it looked, so she then went ahead and started tracing it with the needle. The whole process took about 15-20 minutes, but boy did it feel like a longer time than that. The pain was tolerable but with me being a wimp, it did hurt a bit. After she was all done I couldn’t believe that it was actually finished. I was able to have a quick look before it got bandaged up for healing. As the bandage was being taped onto my skin I just felt this huge wave of relief knowing that I did it and I’m still here to tell the story.

I can say for a fact that I am very pleased with how it all turned out. The experience was an interesting one, but I wouldn’t change it in any way. I’m not sure if I would get another tattoo, but I very much appreciate mine that I have now.