Jenn Smith

My word for 2022 is Bliss. If I learned anything over these past two years it is that time is not guaranteed in life.

This last post is a special one. It is here that I grew up. My childhood home.

Life has been hard to say the least complicated. A lot of questions and ideas and views flying around that I cannot and will not agree on.

So we are well into December 2020. I choose joy for this month.

It is nearing the end of October. As I continue to keep as much normalcy as I can for my children, I realize this is a wonderful time to share kind deeds.

I have been meaning to write this blog for a while. While walking in my neighborhood I cannot help but smile.

You would think that a pandemic would have made someone make a garden like this. No, this is my dad's garden every year.

The quarantine had begun. All four kids were homeschooling. I was anxious and unsettled.

It has been a rollercoaster of emotions over here. I can hardly recall how life use to be before Covid.

2019 I got hit hard with the flu. I had all these plans I made on Christmas break 2018. I had my planner that was meticulously filled out was now non existent.

This was my Feb assignment. An illustration on Tasseology. I really haven't heard of this before.

I have enrolled in an art course online. It runs every year for about five months.

Here we are already in 2018. As the years go by I am finally following my heart.