OK, they aren’t technically irrational fears (it’s probably pretty ridiculous that I don’t worry more about breaking a bone while skiing), but with the wedding fast approaching, I’m starting to fear getting hurt. As with anything, however, weddings heighten our feelings.
Zeb’s good at everything. I’m serious. He can excel at pretty much anything he puts his mind to. We’ve skied together since we began dating. Because of him I switched from the traditional long skis to the short ski boards. I love them. There is definitely less of a risk of breaking a leg, as they are easier to maneuver around. Anyways, Zeb left me in the snow last year when he decided to take up snowboarding. I will never again attempt snowboarding because I broke my tailbone during my last attempt. It still isn’t right, but it’s not as bad as that first year. He’s getting a fancy board for his birthday and wants to go “a lot” this year. I’m not completely opposed to the idea of focusing less on the wedding and more on skiing, but as irony would have it, this is probably the year I’m going to get hurt. Or so I think.
My bridesmaid’s father shattered his knee on his motorcycle a few months before her wedding. It all worked out in the end. They adjusted. All the groomsmen had pictures of her father’s face mounted to popsicle sticks, and they all took turns dancing with her during the father-daughter dance. Her mother escorted her down the aisle. We’ll work around it, which is why I still go skiing, but it doesn’t mean that I’m not nervous.
Stolen from BM Happy’s Facebook
The other thing I’m nervous for? A pre-wedding pregnancy. I’m really only worried because I love Adeline so much that I’d be pretty heartbroken if I couldn’t wear her. Since the wedding was nine months out, I have been nervously counting down the days until red tide. Next month will be three months, so I figure I’m pretty safe after I make that mark. I could very easily (or perhaps not so easily) prevent this from happening altogether, but as with my other fears, I’m simply not willing to stop living my life the way I do for the greater good of the wedding.
Like my friend, we would adjust. A wedding is no excuse to stop living life. No one is ever promised a tomorrow (death—another fear).
What are some of your pre-wedding fears? Do you find them preventing you from participating in certain, ummm, extracurricular activities?