It’s stupid/silly to be sad
Well, at least it FEELS like it is stupid to feel sad when you know that it’s a normal feeling to be feeling. I always lament how busy I am, how crazy life is. But then it slows down and I get bummed and feel lost. Yeah, I think that might qualify at least as silly.
There are about five million wedding things to do, it feels like. Mainly, if we can get the darn invitations out of the door I think the rest will become more do-able. But we keep needing new addresses or corrections . . . blargh.
The bright side of the wedding plan is that I’ll get my first dress fitting on Saturday—it will be pinned to look like the REAL THANG. The hems will be correct, the bodice will fit. . . ahhhhh. I’m happy I ordered it a long time ago with extra fabric, because I don’t have to go through the panic that my dress won’t fit before even being fitted.
Now is just the silly mixed-feelings time that the wedding books and boards tell you about. None of these feelings relate to my choice in future husband—that part I know I got right. It’s just the weird feeling that a part of your life is over, even though so little seems like it actually changes. Oh well.
Last night I dreamt 3 things:
1. Mom was flipping out about the wedding.
2. I decided to become a meteorologist and studied tornadoes
3. I was asleep in a bed in a yard. I woke up and there was a tour de france parade of bicyclists flowing by my bed. They each wore paper mache masks with colorful paper. I remember a monkey and a parrot. I could see their faces behind the masks, and they looked as confused to see me as I them. What’s up with that?
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