welcome to my jesus year. a year of self-discovery, adventure, and palindromes.
ah, satan sees natasha.
thank gawd my name isn’t natasha. it’s jenny. sundel. former entertainment reporter in LA. turned macaron enthusiast in paris.
the weekend before my jesus year, i had an epiphany.
no, i didn’t see jesus in my waffle or anything.
but i realized the time was now.
buh-bye apartment, buh-bye car, buh-bye city of angels, my home for eleven years.
follow along on my journey to find out.
and what would you do?
share your jesus year revelations and experiences. cuz we’re all in this thang together.
the jesus year is the new 30.
cuz for us procrastinators, turning 30 didn’t teach us *&!$. or scare us straight. it just left us thinking we had more time.
to make some choices. take some chances.
here’s to making the jesus year a movement. for all of us. to define and discover what we want out of life. and get it.
and gdmt can we all agree we’re too young for botox?