Tuesday, March 24, 2015

2 months

Spring. Officially on calendar it's here, while weather may not be consistently reflecting it. Well I guess it is... spring is spring because of the weather changes, and while I would love 70's on a daily basis, it's the snow and rain showers mixed in that make spring both exciting and frustrating.

one of my favorite pictures that I took last April in Patterson Park!

It used to be a season I kind of just floated through, and didn't think much of. Yet as I've gotten older, I've gotten exponentially more aware of how much the seasons affect my mood, my general outlook, etc. February may be the shortest month of the year but I swear that every year it gets just a little bit longer, and a little more of a struggle to stay positive during. I'm pretty sure I speak for all of us when I say that I welcomed March with open arms, and that wasn't just because of better running weather.

Warmer temps + more sunshine = better moods.
It's science.

Shifting gears: it's also two months away from our wedding.

Where the time went, I have no idea. But it's coming in hot and I'm a combo of stoked and stressed.

I was driving to work yesterday morning, and the sun was rising just as I was leaving the city. My drives to work are actually one of my favorite times as I usually try to spend the first five or ten minutes thinking and praying and getting mentally prepared for the day... and then for the last 15 minutes I jam out so hard it's a definite guarantee I'll be in hearing aids by 60. But that's besides the point.

The point is,  I was driving and my mind wandered to the laundry list of wedding related items that we still have to get done the next two months. And in the midst of the stress starting to build up, my eyes glanced to the East and I saw the electric pink sunrise over the water and I thought man, this life is so good.

And a list of ticky tacky bullsh*t wedding tasks should not be ruining my morning, I'll tell you that much.

It's been a challenge, keeping it all in check the past 10 plus months of planning, and these last two months will be an even greater one. But in the midst of the stress and the endless decisions and checklists and color debates, my mind keeps going back to this quote, always:

In the end, no one is going to remember how the napkins were folded, or what color my toes were. In the end, it's a celebration of the fact that I get to marry my best friend, with all of our very best friends & family right there next to us. 

So this is my public promise, as these next two months continue to move from busy to crazy insane busy, I cannot and will not sweat the small stuff. I'm going to fight to squeeze ever last bit of joy out of this spring, get some sun on my face, and keep my priorities in check.

So cheers to that -