Weddings
are stressful. Anyone who has gotten married or is getting married knows this.
And it’s not your traditional kind of stress. It’s a stress I’ve never
experienced before. Your emotions are on overdrive and the stupid shit… it just
starts to eat away at you until you just collapse into a puddle of tears and idiocy.
Sure
there have been plenty of things to stress about. Preparations, venue,
planning, what band to use who needs to do this who needs to that etc etc etc.
There’s a lot of moving parts and getting all the stars to align is darn near
impossible. And let’s not even talk about all the vendors out there ready and
willing to pray on those ever fragile emotions. But when everything finally
seems to come together into one state of Zen, something blows up in your face.
I’ll say it again, weddings are stressful.
Without
diving into all the gory details, there’s been wrong contract dates, a messed
up wedding band, getting suckered into a nearly free honeymoon package that is
a complete and utter scam, a million stupid other things getting screwed up, and
lots and lots of drama. And I thought I could have a drama free day. HA HA HA.
You end up in the place I'm currently in... The Epitome of First World Problems...
But in all that craziness you start to worry about all the little details and the important things seem to be left in the dust.
You end up in the place I'm currently in... The Epitome of First World Problems...
But in all that craziness you start to worry about all the little details and the important things seem to be left in the dust.
So
as I sit here in a heaping puddle of tears, sixteen days out from my wedding, I’m
reclaiming the important parts. Because at the end of the day, the important
thing is I’m getting to marry the love of my life and we’re getting to spend the
rest of our lives together. And that’s really the only thing that matters. The
rest is just extra bullshit that might be wonderful to have, but in reality I
don’t need. I have everything that is necessary to make this day be happy, the
man I’m marrying.
So
here’s a big middle finger to all the stress, scams, and stupid shit. I’m over
you. I’m going to enjoy the next sixteen days, marry the man of my dreams and
party my ass off with my family and friends. And if I trip on my dress and fall
face first into my cake, well shit happens, at least the cake will taste good.
Awww Jamie, I'm sorry it's so stressful for you. *hugs* Just remember, only 16 more days. You can make it.
ReplyDeletethanks Dawn! I'm just going to keep repeating Just keep swimming Just keep swimming...
DeleteI'm sure it will be fabulous!! Enjoy the cake!
ReplyDeleteThanksd that part should be pretty awesome!
DeleteFirst and foremost: CONGRATULATIONS!
ReplyDeleteThe rest will be a haze of 'what was all that?' very soon. You'll experience* an enormous surge of goodwill and love from all you know on that day, and that will stay with you.
*Said from experience...
haha thanks yeah I'm hoping I wont remember most of this junk and will only remember the important stuff :)
DeleteI second the congrats!
ReplyDeleteAnd the assurance that once the day is over, you'll only remember the good stuff :)
Saturday was lucky #13 anniversary for me (and husband, of course!). Even the minor things that didn't go perfectly on the actual big day turned into fun memories we still laugh about all these years later.
Thanks! Im looking forward to the good stuff!
DeleteYou'll have lots of pictures coming your way so it won't be a complete blur:)
ReplyDeleteI'm excited for the day and all the happy pictures
DeleteGood post.
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