Lesson #16: I have a life outside of wedding planning
Seems logical enough, but I would do well to remember it. Work right now (and by right now, I mean for the last two months) is incredibly slow, so I spend a good portion of my days on the computer playing around with wedding such. I go home in the evening and think "Okay, what wedding task can I work on right now?" It makes me incredibly anxious to always feel like I should be doing something, and it's a familiar feeling I used to get at the end of a semester. I could never give myself a break from studying until after the last final was turned in- surely, there was something more I could cram into my head, more editing to do on that paper, more practice in counseling skills to do. At the same time right now, though, I am remodeling the walls of the bathroom and, well, living. You know, crazy stuff, like grocery shopping, cleaning the bathroom, working out, sleeping, all of which has fallen by the wayside due to WEDDING PLANNING. I'm having to talk myself out of this feeling of constant pressure in order to manage my life and my house, and it's incredibly difficult at times.
Lesson #17: RSVP cards are fantastic
I love getting mail that's not bills, credit card offers, or addressed to people who aren't me. Typically ALL the mail at our house is for Bobby, and boy does he get a lot of mail. For the last two weeks though, little RSVP cards are waiting for me almost every afternoon, and I just plain love them. It's so exciting to see that tiny off-white envelope and run inside to open and see who it's from. They are a good reminder that, yes, I have actually accomplished things so far and I did actually finish some big thing in wedding planning. Which brings me to my next lesson...
Lesson #18: "Will you forget the head-slicing thing?!"
If you grew up a child of the 1990's, you probably remember this:
If you weren't a child of the 1990's but had more Greek literature than I did, you probably still remember the monster Hydra, the beast who grew three heads for every one that was cut off. That's how I feel about wedding planning this week. I mentioned this in a previous blog about how things that should theoretically be simple are not, but now we've taken it a step further into "Why is this continuing to get more complicated as we go along?"
Let's use ordering flowers as an example. My thought was, "Okay, walk into Whole Foods, I need this many this and that many that, here's a check, we'll pick them up on said date." This is an excerpt from the email I received from the lovely Ally, head of floral in the Mountain Brook Whole Foods:
My deep blue single stem hydrangea comes in an assortment box with blue, lavender and purple. The cost each box of 13 count hydrangea stems would be $81.78. The price is price per case minus a case discount of 10% (90.87-9.09) for buying the whole case. The problem is these hydrangeas would be an assortment of blue/lavender/purple.
I am well aware that the majority of this problem is my inexperience in anything to do with flower ordering. But holy cow, how unaware of the world around me I feel as I try to knock things out only to make them more complicated. Every so often there will be a break in the clouds and I will accomplish something (insert fanfare) but it is the planning equivalent of driving from Birmingham to Atlanta with a stop at Starbucks, stop for gas, stop for potty break at the state line, hit traffic on I-285, take a phone call from my mom, arrive at location, and turn around and go pick up food and then back to place of sleeping. However, I will continue to attempt to stab this thing through the heart.
Lesson #19: I will never appreciate four walls and a bed the way I'll appreciate the one in Beach Cottage #4
Twenty-nine days. Twenty-nine days.
I always knew I'd be excited about the honeymoon- the first week with my new husband, enjoying each other's company, being on vacation. The reasons that I'm now excited, however, have taken me completely by surprise:
1. We. will. be. alone. Bobby lives in Troy; I live in Birmingham with a roommate. We are never alone unless I visit him in Troy, which is usually once a month or less, and when I'm there, we only get about 4-5 hours a night together because he's working during the day. I cannot wait to sleep, eat, watch movies in the cottage, and sit on the beach alone with Bobby.
2. I can haz the sleep. That pretty much sums it up.
3. We will be in a private cottage and will be alone and isolated in order to, well, "be married." That's detailed enough.
4. We have one thing planned for the week, and that is to play with the baby tigers at the Gulf Shores Zoo. It was completely intentional that we have no obligations other than arriving at the cottage, for reasons listed above.
I mean, come on, would *you* want to leave?
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| Seaside, Florida |
Twenty-nine days. Twenty-nine days.
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