First jitters

So our application is in and the next step is to bite our nails until the church confirms our booking. In an effort to save our nails we'll try and distract ourselves with designing our save-the-dates and hitting this wedding gown place - the same one Liz went to. Just to take a look and get ideas.

Now that concrete steps have finally been taken, I suddenly feel nervous with the realisation that it is really happening. I. Am. Getting. Married. My heart is literally pounding as I write this - I'm scared and a little overwhelmed and am resisting the urge to run off and find distractions instead of facing up to the huge mountain labeled “Wedding” that seems to have materialised overnight like a giant beanstalk in the formerly quiet backyard called My Life. It’s getting crowded you know, because I already have the mountains “Preparing for marriage” and “Setting up house” there.

Writing all this down here helps. I know that I have the tendency to succumb to anxiety spells, so I’m trying to pre-empt and minimise them. I’ve always said that I don’t want organising my wedding to become an all-encompassing, all-consuming and all-stressing task. Fergs has said before, “I just want to get married.” In the end, the wedding is the means to that.


(But I still want a nice wedding.)