- Holy Crap!
- January 22nd, 2007
I can't believe that it is the end of January already. I am not freaked out for the usual reasons: time seeming to move faster and faster, getting older and that kind of thing. No the real reason that I'm wigging is because my wedding is less than ninety days away!
I'm happy and I love him, maybe too much. God knows that has been tested enough in the last year! I just feel like planning of any import should never be done by anyone who is as scatter-brained as I am. I guess that I have all of the important things taken care of, dress, church, rings. And the man, got that too.
I think the whole thing is getting out of control. I didn't want anything nearly as big as this, but I'm stuck. That whole fable that a wedding is all about the bride is wearing thin. Nothing is turning out how I want it. I hate feeling obligated to do this or that. I think that unless people stop bugging me I am going to be bald, as I'll have pulled all my hair out
by the end of March.
I wish I knew how to put my foot down in a firm, but polite way. Let's face it peeps subtly and tact have never been a strong point where I am concerned. Of course it wouldn't hurt of my Maid of Honor would actually call me back. I want to stop being stressed and be happy about this, but it just isn't in the cards.