another Wedding Bee blogpost that got to me. I too have had a couple of bridal tirade moments..:
At times throughout our planning process, I have felt like I am on a little island alone emailing vendors, researching details, scheduling appointments, trying to adhere to our budget and timeline, worrying about everything. Ready.to.pull.out.my.hair. Understandably, I have gotten tired and frustrated.
A few times I have hit the wall and lost it. My fits (I’ll call them “bridal tirades”) haven’t been too severe, but let’s just say they don’t paint me in the most attractive light. I’ve noticed that I usually manage to utter lovely sentiments similar to, “Why am I the only one that cares about this wedding?” Mr. G, my mom, and others have been lucky enough to hear this a few times since we got engaged. Apparently no one understands what I am going through. Riiight, because no one in history has ever been married before. My feelings are completely unique. Uh-huh.
Despite my sometimes jaded perception of reality, I am definitely not the only person who “cares” about this wedding. A lot of people care. They just have their own lives. And their own lives don’t revolve around my wedding. It’s no offense to me or the wedding, but while I sit and deal with wedding-related business, life goes on all around me. Who knew?A couple of weeks ago, I decided I would never, ever pull that “no one cares” crap again. Any outside help I receive will be deemed an honored favor. Friends and family will be met with “thank yous” and love, rather than my scowling face, regardless of if things are going smoothly or not.
I don’t think that I am a selfish person. But, sometimes this wedding stuff has gotten to my head. I’ve needed a little self-reminder, “Hey, Miss Glitter, grow up!”
I am a witness to the suffering of my people.
I am a chronicler of truth and a catalyst of change.
-The Scholastican-
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