The countdown is on. The stress is mounting. Invitations still haven't gone out. I have literally no idea where the rings are right now.
What else could possibly go wrong?
(Also don't ask me how unpacking is going. Unless you want either a 10-minute rant or spontaneous tears with no guarantees of which it will be.)
Basically, Mark is stuck with me because I am never ever ever going to get married again.
My last wedding was almost exactly 10 years ago (though in August instead of April). I don't know if I was better at wedding planning back then or what, but this has been hell. I mean, it doesn't help that we're both working full-time, buying a house, and living mostly out of boxes while digging through other boxes for what we need in the new house. It also doesn't help that the moving timeline was suddenly thrust upon us two months before the wedding, effectively postponing all wedding planning until what is essentially the last minute.
None of this helps.
What does help is my support system. Obviously, there is Mark (literally the only person I would go through this for). He keeps me sane. He doesn't judge me when I cry or meltdown (that I know of). He designed our invitations. Most of all, he's always there for me.
And there are my friends, who have been ever-present with suggestions, ideas, and offers of help. You've heard the phrase, "It takes a village to raise a child"? Well, this is going to be the village that planned a wedding.
The importance of International Women's Day is not lost on me at all, particularly this month. I'm well aware that I wouldn't be the person I am today without all the incredible women in my life, and I love that there is an opportunity to celebrate them more specifically than I already try to do.
I wouldn't be as strong or as self-confident without these friends, and I wouldn't have all the amazing role models that are available to me in the various and overlapping forms of mothers and partners and businesswomen and just general badass ladies. These are women who know who they are, what they want, and are always striving for their goals (and succeeding, or failing, or both). They step up to the plate and they admit defeat, they rock bad hair days and they look effortlessly glamorous. Most importantly, they own their lives. (Most often they are owning their lives while also being mothers and partners and businesswomen and general badass ladies.)
I like to think that they have influenced me in becoming more and more myself and less of the person I thought I needed to be. I like to think that I'm a little more badass than I might have been had I never gone to that first burlesque show, or never gotten the nerve to go to my first pole dance class. I know for a fact that I wouldn't have had so many offers of love and support when I got divorced. I wouldn't have gone to Mexico, or to House on the Rock. I wouldn't have had a tornado of women come and pack up my entire kitchen when I moved. I wouldn't have an entire day of surprise bachelorette party antics coming up this weekend.
Basically, I wouldn't have nearly as many friends to help me out when I so desperately need it.
I deeply love and am eternally grateful for the many wonderful women in my life, both today and every single other day. You help make my life worthwhile and, without you, I'm not sure that I would be marrying the love of my life in under a month.
So thank you, my loves, for everything.