I don't know if you guys want to hear about this, if you don't, skip over it. I've gotten a lot of questions about how the wedding planning is going so hey!
A little backstory: Derick and I have been dating for almost 5 years. Around year 3 he asked me very casually to describe my dream wedding. I told him the following: that I didn't want to be stressed. That I wanted to have a wedding that was fun, and easy, and that included everyone we loved. And I wanted to have a blast.
If I've learned anything about planning a wedding, it's that (at least for me) your mind will change a million times. I went from from my dream wedding, to a formal wedding at night in a formal place, to having it in my hometown, to eloping to Vegas, to a destination wedding in Hawaii, to a southern plantation wedding, to having it in a random building.
And then I had meltdown #1. I cried and told Derick I didn't know what I wanted, there were a million things floating around in my head, and the books tell you you're supposed to have your wedding venue and date done ASAP, and did you know that by month 2 of your engagement you're supposed to have registered and had engagement photos sent out and the guest list done? I'm a deadline person- don't ever accuse me of missing one.
Fast forward a couple weeks and I'm back up and running like a chicken with my head cut off. My mom came into town, and sat me down and with Derick, made pros and cons lists with me. The three venue possibilities were Richmond (where we live now), Lynchburg (my hometown), and Virginia Beach (where Derick and I had our first vacation). And when we put it down on paper, the beach was the clear winner. Derick said my face lit up, and that my whole body relaxed. And he took the other two papers (Richmond and Lynchburg) and ripped them up and threw them away. I went to Virginia Beach the next weekend and booked the first place we saw.
I read from one of my favorite bloggers that depression and anxiety, in a nutshell, is the 'complete inability to deal with stress.' This could not be more true. Pair this with a disease I like to call "not being able to open up about how I feel" and you've got a big problem. I write it because it's easier.I realized, about midway through meltdown #2, that I didn't want to do it this way. And so I had one good cry, and picked myself up off the floor, and I've been a well-oiled (and happy!) machine ever since. I've turned over a new leaf, and I couldn't be more excited.
Part 2 coming soon...
