A bit of honesty here—I am in denial about my wedding. It’s only a few weeks out, and by a few I mean less than four. I’ve been planning for this day officially for the past 18 months. Unofficially”¦well, let’s just say I’ve had ideas about my wedding for years. And now? It’s so close.
When I pictured the month leading up to my wedding, I pictured my life in perfect order. (Hey, a girl can dream.) My house would be tidy, I would look the most beautiful I have ever looked, and I would be over-the-moon giddy with excitement. In reality? Our house is a complete mess—gifts have taken over our dining room, our poor fridge is bare because I don’t have time to cook, the wedding room looks disastrous, and there are two bedrooms with more clothes on the floor than I care to admit. I am so stressed that I’m breaking out and overtired to the point that my body is rebelling. And while I’m giddy to marry Fiance, I am also stressed about getting everything done in time. And I feel lonely—this is supposed to be the happiest time of my life where I am surrounded by friends and family. But the truth of the matter is that my family lives three hours away, and I don’t have time to spend with my friends or even quality time with Fiance because work, wedding preparations, and just trying to stay afloat have consumed me.