The good news is that I've been corresponding tons with potential venues and vendors. I won't ruin any surprises or jinx myself, but let's just say there are some strong contenders. I'm still focused on San Francisco spots but contacting others throughout the Bay Area to at least get numbers for comparison. It's crazy how booked places get for next spring/summer and it's more than a year away.
And then the bad news — I officially had my first bout of wedding-planning breakdown this week. I realized that at some points, I'd become kind of a zombie — talking, texting, reading, e-mailing about it in every spare moment. I felt lost and overwhelmed in a sea of ideas, opinions, spreadsheets and MATH (ugh).
I get pouty over rain or "Sharon being a wet blanket."
Some of my more conservative readers are probably wondering why I'm telling you all this, but (1) I find it therapeutic and (2) it really shows the nature of being engaged. I've grown a lot to get to this point in my life, and now all I've learned about negotiation, communication and compromise are being put to the test. This is not easy stuff, but I know it'll all pay off and I'll feel so proud in the end.
And of course, the bright light through all my stress is probably the reason I'm still a sane (enough) person to begin with. Being the brilliant fiance he is, Greg stayed awake until 4 a.m., listened to me moan and groan about all that was ailing me, said all the right things and brought me back to reality.
I'm learning to relax and regroup, thanks to my best buddy.
(personal photo from recent trip to Mexico)
I'm fortunate that this happened after only being engaged a couple of months; I've gained a lot of perspective on the beast that is weddings and the beast that is (sometimes) me. And knowing I have someone so compatible helping me along the way doesn't just make me happy that I'm planning our wedding, it makes me ecstatic that I'm getting ready for our marriage.