I just had the pleasure of seeing the new Mary Poppins Returns film and I was so incredibly shocked...
I loved it even more than the first.
There are NO SPOILERS AHEAD! This little post is just to tell you that the movie is amazing and to tell you why Emily Blunt is just the Mary Poppins our generation needed.
She is more sensitive and in-tune than Julie Andrews' 1964 version of Mary. She is still just as witty, sarcastic and practically perfect in every way. But in her eyes there is this raw and genuine understanding that the world she left Jane and Michael in 20-some years ago is not the world they're living in now.
You can see that she feels their pain and their frustration. You can see that she knows how their imagination, hope for the future, and lavish dreams have faded. And throughout the film you watch her, just as she did in the first one, change the lives of the Banks children. All of them.
I left the movies ready to take on the world. Despite all of the hurts I face every day. Despite all of the roadblocks that pop up every minute of every day. Despite it all, there is beauty and hope here.
Let this be your neon sign to go see Mary Poppins Returns. It's incredible. I hope you'll love it as much as I do.
And to Emily Blunt (if you happen to read this)... you. are. fantastic. You are the Mary Poppins of our generation and I don't know if you know how much we all needed you. You took this role and did not try to replicated Julie Andrews. You made this new and beautiful character that I will remember for the rest of my life. Thank you. Thank you for pushing past the adversity of the entertainment industry, all of the naysayers, and doing this. You may have just changed my life.
And, that's a wrap. Until next time...
This year I've decided not to make a list of resolutions that I'll abandon by the second week of January. What a waste of brain space. Instead, I've decided to write a letter to myself that I'll read and review the same time next year. I'm hoping to do a video version too so stay tuned!
This year's been a rough one. I will not miss 2018, that's for sure.
I hope in 2019 you find some kind of happiness. Not the fake kind that comes with your forced smiles and complete denial. But the kind that makes you laugh until you can't breathe and glow from the inside out. I've seen glimpses of it this year, but next year I want it to be a part of you. It shouldn't be a stranger that you grab a cup of coffee with. It should be a resident of your soul.
Despite what you tell yourself some days, you're doing okay. But I hope you find the passion and the drive to do what you love every single day of 2019. Get up early, stay up late, and live with no regrets.
Create a documentary (or four).
Make some stupid videos for the Internet.
Photograph special moments.
Write a book. Write a screenplay. Write a poem. Writing something, anything.
Create beautiful things. Create wonderful things. Create horrible things.
Be unapologetically yourself just like you tried to this year. Don't give all of yourself away to someone else just because they say they'll be there for you. Don't put all of your hope into someone just because they seem trustworthy.
Rely on God, even when you're frustrated and confused.
Rely on the wisdom He's put within you even when it seems like you're fighting a losing battle.
Trust that every day can be better even when it feels worse.
Believe that you are enough even when the world tells you otherwise.
Be who you want to be. Do what you want to do. Live the life you've imagined.
Grow. Learn. Become better. Strive for more. Don't take no for an answer.
Believe that you're strong, because you are. No amount of toxic people or situations can change that.
I can't wait to see the things you do in 2019. It's going to be the best year ever (even if it isn't).
For as long as I can remember I've been a dreamer.
I've dreamt of being a bestselling author with hundreds of titles to my name.
I've dreamt of being the next Steven Spielberg and having a mantel filled with Oscars, Emmys, and Golden Globes.
I've dreamt of being so many things and like so many people that in the process I think I forgot who I was in real life.
So today I came to a realization... dreams aren't good enough.
For so long I thought I had my entire life figured out. I thought I knew what I was going to do and I certainly acted like I had it all together. But the truth is, I was living so far into my fantasy world that when reality it, it really hit like a ton of bricks.
I've been so lost and confused recently. Just begging for a sign that things were going to be okay.
And today I think I finally got it.
So, just in case we've never really met, here's the lowdown...
I'm Jenni and I love to tell stories. Sometimes they're fictional novels or stupid little vlogs on the Internet. Other times they're poems hidden deep in my journal or photographs that end up posted on Instagram with 30 hashtags.
Stories are what I love and what I'm passionate about.
For the rest of my life I want to tell my stories and the stories of others. I want to take them and turn them into beautifully crafted books or short stories. I want to turn them into documentaries or films.
How much money will I make every year? No idea.
Will I always have enough to eat and pay my rent? I certainly hope so.
Will people love me and shower me with accolades and praise? Hmm...
Will I be happy? Absolutely.
And I think that's what living the dream is all about.
That's a wrap,
This blog is a glimpse into my crazy life as a twenty-something female entrepreneur navigating life as the co-owner of a mother-daughter business. Things get pretty insane, but we make it all work.