Freestyle Cinnamon Rolls

I'll go ahead and state the obvious, just to break the ice. You look great today. Really, I mean it.

Second obvious statement of the day: this is my first blog post. No, not ever, unfortunately. I'm one of those people that has sat down to blog at least fourteen times, but they've been poetry blogs. This is the first real blog about me, I suppose.

Third obvious statement: I bet you want a cinnamon roll now. Well, if you don't, I do. And if you do, that makes two of us. Because I don't have any right now. But they sound pretty good.

But this post has nothing to do with cinnamon rolls. Or free-style rappers. It's actually just a little bit of an introduction. 

My name is Jenna, and I'm in the spring semester of my freshman year of college. Let me say, college is an interesting place, and it's an interesting state of mind. It's nothing like I expected it to be, but so far, it's pretty good. It's a place where coffee is an expectation at all hours of the day-and night-, food is a standard currency, sleep is relatively nonexistent, and a good time is always around the corner.

But it's not always rainbow-flavored coffee around here. I've had my fair share of stressful nights...weeks...teary-eyed frustrations, and mind manipulations. It's tough when you are suddenly in control of your everything. 

This blog will just be a little piece of me, I suppose. I had a very dear friend (who doubtless there will be many posts about in the future) write a poem for me today, a poem about me actually. She defined me as a puzzle, but not all my pieces were put together. And that's exactly how I feel. 

I am a puzzle. I'm still trying to figure out how I fit together, and what I'm going to look like when I'm done. Some nights, I get so frustrated and can't seem to place a single piece. Some nights everything just clicks and I am just a little bit more whole. But I feel like college, and life in general, is just putting together your puzzle, even when you're jamming together pieces you think fit but really don't. 

And a puzzle can't really put itself together. I've got a lot of people helping me finish this puzzle, a lot of important people. But I've got one really important, really awesome Puzzler working on me...and that is God. He is infinitely bigger than anything here, and He knows exactly what my puzzle looks like. So as life moves on, He's guiding every move that's made on this puzzle. And man, oh man...God is Good, all the time. 

So here's hoping this blog can be a piece of my puzzle.

Thanks for reading, and stay lovely, you Freestyle Cinnamon Rolls.