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Approaching The Finish Line
Sep. 17th, 2004 09:13 amIt's September 17th. One month from now exactly I'll be getting married. Actually, to be completely accurate, exactly one month from now I'll probably be pacing around a hotel room waiting impatiently for the hairdresser to show up, trying to force myself to eat something, and worrying about whether the flowers will look right and the arch will survive the ceremony and the ceremony will sound right and what if the DJ forgets to start the processional at the right point on the recording and what if the food tastes bad and will I remember how to dance and... something like that. But one month and seven hours from now, I'll be married.
One month seems like such a long time, and like no time at all. When I started planning this a little more than a year ago, it felt like it was something make-believe and far away that would never actually get here, and at the same time every step forward felt huge and momentous. Now that it's almost here, it's scarily close and yet ever bit of progress feels tiny, as if the closer I get the smaller my steps get until I'll never actually quite reach it.
I feel like there should be more to do to get ready. I have dozens of tiny little projects - order the paper for the programs, make sure out-of-town guests have booked their hotel rooms, figure out a gift for my mom, start writing thank-you notes. But none of them feel like quite enough given the momentousness (is that even a word?) of the occasion that's approaching. I feel like I ought to be undergoing rigorous physical training, or changing color, or otherwise metamorphosing.
One month. I'm going to be insufferable, I just know it. I'm babbling about licenses and ring sizes to random strangers. Please, my friends, if I get stuck in a wedding-babble rut, gently shake me and redirect the conversation to kittens or ice cream flavors or movie premieres? I know I'll thank you for it later....
One month seems like such a long time, and like no time at all. When I started planning this a little more than a year ago, it felt like it was something make-believe and far away that would never actually get here, and at the same time every step forward felt huge and momentous. Now that it's almost here, it's scarily close and yet ever bit of progress feels tiny, as if the closer I get the smaller my steps get until I'll never actually quite reach it.
I feel like there should be more to do to get ready. I have dozens of tiny little projects - order the paper for the programs, make sure out-of-town guests have booked their hotel rooms, figure out a gift for my mom, start writing thank-you notes. But none of them feel like quite enough given the momentousness (is that even a word?) of the occasion that's approaching. I feel like I ought to be undergoing rigorous physical training, or changing color, or otherwise metamorphosing.
One month. I'm going to be insufferable, I just know it. I'm babbling about licenses and ring sizes to random strangers. Please, my friends, if I get stuck in a wedding-babble rut, gently shake me and redirect the conversation to kittens or ice cream flavors or movie premieres? I know I'll thank you for it later....
