Tired of reading wedding posts yet?
I'm beginning to think that planning a wedding is a lot like having children. There are all sorts of magical moments that will forever be tucked in your memory—but most of the time, your life is coated in a fine glaze of stress. Like a low-grade fever. And every now and then, it spikes.
Like any good fever, this one has been causing me to have all sorts of crazy dreams. Last night, I was seeing fonts and invitation designs. And Mr. Wonderful and I were trying to design a poster or something for the wedding. I've also been to ill-fated dress fittings, gotten un-removable lotion gunked up in my ring and even had all the guests show up on the wrong day while I've been lingering in slumberland.
You should see the dark circles under my eyes...
The worst dreams, though, are the pure stress manifestation dreams. Like the one I had last Thursday night. First I hit a gravel patch while driving and my car tipped over and crashed. Then, when I was trying to call for help, my cell phone kept breaking. I couldn't reach anyone. Finally, I walked to a diner alongside the highway and while I was there trying to fix my phone, my purse got stolen. Hello, worst-case-scenario dreamer!
My coworker taught me this anxiety-relieving technique where you tap your index fingers against your clavicle and think the word "calm." I think I clavicle tapped like 15 times this weekend. Fortunately, it seems to work in the moment.
Although my waking life has had some rollercoaster climbs and drops, I've managed to squeeze in some fun around the planning. This weekend I bought a bunch of supplies to make wedding jewelry. And I bought some cute little ballet flats that I think I'll embellish with Swarovski pearls and crystals to match the jewelry. I also bought our guestbook and customized it to match our invitations. All the crafty, DIY stuff is what I live for.
And the rest? Well, I'm hoping it turns out sort of like childbirth and that after some years, the memory of the pain will mellow, and all the who's and what's and day-to-day stresses will linger in my mind as hazy, sweet, sentimental experiences. Maybe by then I'll have stopped dreaming about them, too.