I know I said I was anxious to share more than one blog post about my wedding…but then I got these photos and I was like damn I’m never going to stop talking about this. So fair warning, these are photo-heavy posts. But google analytics tell me people like visual aids. So this might be exactly what the doctor ordered. Because we’s about to get our photos on.
I’m in limbo right now waiting to talk about my wedding and how practically-perfect-in-every-way it was but also waiting for my wedding photos to come in because obviously but also because even I know no one is going to want two wedding posts.
I was once told that the best thing I could ever do is to just enjoy each phase of my life. To relish every chapter. It’s great advice that I’m just…not so great at keeping. A lot of my life has been spent forward-thinking stuck in a lot of phases I just couldn’t wait to be done with.
Gosh, I love International Women’s Day. As far as totally made up, mostly uncelebrated holidays go, this is my favorite. Right next to Donut Day and National Puppy Day. But as with puppies and donuts, Women’s Day is my favorite because more people should freaking better appreciate what it is to be a woman! Shout it from the rooftops, ladies, because we deserve to be celebrated for merely agreeing to exist in this world because holy hell did we draw the short stick.
So I’ve been feeling sort of down and out about humanity in general lately. Not to be too depressing, but there’s just this sense of overwhelming disappointment in a lot of ways–as I look at politics, culture, environment, religion, humanity in general. Everyone thinks they’re so right about everything all the time and no one stops to listen to one another. Blame #selfie culture, blame the internet, blame Obama, I don’t know. But we’re all a bunch of egoists at heart.
I should know. I keep a blog detailing all of my self-obsessed thoughts.
As a nearly to-be-wed, there’s a lot to look forward to. But at the forefront is: no more singles wards, no more first dates. I’ve been lucky enough to not have a lot of bad first dates…mostly because I haven’t had a lot of first dates, period. But I did have one bad first date. Like epically bad. I blogged about it years ago, but its subject found out, threatened to sue, and forced me to take it down.
Okay so let me set the scene: yesterday, I was working from home and I had some free time. Which goes hand-in-hand with a need to entertain me, myself, and I. And another important factor: my endless fascination with the Kardashians. I mean, I’m only human and “don’t be f*cking rude” is iconic.