Remember when I said getting married was like winning a large sum of money? Of course you do. I said it last week. Well, I still stand by that statement.
I’ve already had to block overly aggressive stalkers from my social media. It seemed like people I hadn’t talk to in years began fishing for an invite. Maybe part of that is my fault. I’ve always lived my life openly and people feel like they know me really well because of it.
Dealing with my wedding's guest list feels like I’m this big mean club bouncer, deciding who's in and who's out of the VIP line. I’ve already begun working on my responses to people not invited.
We would love for you to be there with us, but because of our tight budget, we weren't able to invite as many people as we would have liked. But I'd love to find time for a one-on-one visit afterwards!
Oh, man. We SO wish we could invite everyone… but we made the difficult decision to just keep the wedding very small — mostly just close family.
Regardless, people will probably be hurting, maybe livid. They might even be ready to cut me out of their life completely because they won’t be receiving that magic little piece of paper in the mail. But here is the grown-up, bare-bones, truth: Not getting invited to my wedding does not mean being uninvited to my life.
My wedding is the day that I want to celebrate and remember as the 24 hours where my smile never left my face. I am going to be marrying the love of my life and in the end, I don't want to care about anything else. My head will be so filled with happiness, worry about the caterer, anxiety over tripping on my dress, someone getting too drunk, the photographer taking a picture of me picking my nose, etc, that I won't have room in my head, in my SOUL, to try to please everyone.
So I have to accept that I can’t.
Side note: yes, my online fan fiction is still uploading every Friday. All work on the forth book however has come to a pause. The 2nd draft is still only at chapter one. I’m working on stuff I believe once the wedding craze calms down life will proceed as normally.
At least the writer in me hopes so.