Last week, when this blog became the site of my bridezilla pity party and I was just daring the world to close in around me, my friend Jamie sent me this awesome email titled "Underwear and a Toothbrush."
Jamie said getting married is like packing for a trip. When you stare at your suitcase at the last second, you realize that if you have underwear and a toothbrush with you, you can buy the rest at your destination. When you're getting married, if you have the right guy beside you and something to wear, you don't need much else.
She was right. And I was too upset to listen to her (sorry, Jamie!) I was hell-bent on having an emotional meltdown and I was successful.
Then, Saturday afternoon I'm lying half-naked on the massage table and the masseuse touches my neck and says, "Wow. What kind of work do you do?"
I reply, [pity party continued] "I'm in marketing, so I sit at a computer all day. But I'm also planning a wedding, so I'm pretty tense."
The masseuse doesn't miss a beat as she digs into my neck. She says, "Your own wedding?"
I thought that was odd. But it wasn't until 2 hours later, lying on a hammock under a tree with my energy balanced and my skin scrubbed and masked and massaged, that I realized WHY it was so odd.
Who says, "I'm planning a wedding" when referring to their upcoming wedding day? We're not planning a wedding, we're GETTING MARRIED. Jamie, you were right.
Planning a wedding makes you tense, tired, grouchy, and selfish - even if you like planning, which I do. Getting married makes you happy, it reminds you why you're doing what you're doing, it shifts your focus from budgets and lists to love and the look in your groom's eye when he says he loves you. And it just feels good. It even feels better than that massage ;-)
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