As of this morning, there are four months remaining until my wedding day.
My wedding day... The reality of those words has just begun to sink in... I am getting married.
I know the cliche, but Bryan truly is my perfect match, my best friend, my one and only Mister.
I'm getting really nervous. Not about marrying Bryan or becoming husband and wife for the rest of our lives, but about the day... about being the center of attention and dealing with all of the perceived opinions of others, and the painful comparisons I have a very hard time not making. We have both decided to avoid the insanity and stress by focusing on the airport terminal where we will be sitting waiting to board our plane for our Honeymoon on the following Monday morning...
I can see further to us sitting on the beach in the Dominican, drinking something delicious, frozen, and loaded with booze... our toes in the sand... and Bryan holding onto my hand from his beach chair... That has got to be on my mind through all of this.
Social anxiety is no joke. I cannot wait to be married. I can't wait to walk the aisle and take our vows and kiss and celebrate with him, and our parents and siblings... and the rest of my family... beyond that is where I begin to sweat... Everyone will be looking at me.
I have a terrible habit of speculating what everyone is thinking, and though I do try very hard to remember that "everyone's opinion is their own and a product of their reality", it is a tough habit to kick. I need a new mantra.
Airport... beach... drinks... food... swimming... sunshine... my husband...
Yes. That sounds lovely.
My wedding day... The reality of those words has just begun to sink in... I am getting married.
I know the cliche, but Bryan truly is my perfect match, my best friend, my one and only Mister.
I'm getting really nervous. Not about marrying Bryan or becoming husband and wife for the rest of our lives, but about the day... about being the center of attention and dealing with all of the perceived opinions of others, and the painful comparisons I have a very hard time not making. We have both decided to avoid the insanity and stress by focusing on the airport terminal where we will be sitting waiting to board our plane for our Honeymoon on the following Monday morning...
I can see further to us sitting on the beach in the Dominican, drinking something delicious, frozen, and loaded with booze... our toes in the sand... and Bryan holding onto my hand from his beach chair... That has got to be on my mind through all of this.
Social anxiety is no joke. I cannot wait to be married. I can't wait to walk the aisle and take our vows and kiss and celebrate with him, and our parents and siblings... and the rest of my family... beyond that is where I begin to sweat... Everyone will be looking at me.
I have a terrible habit of speculating what everyone is thinking, and though I do try very hard to remember that "everyone's opinion is their own and a product of their reality", it is a tough habit to kick. I need a new mantra.
Airport... beach... drinks... food... swimming... sunshine... my husband...
Yes. That sounds lovely.
