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Wedding Planning

Everyone's wondering how wedding planning is going. And I just say good as per usual. And it has been going good. But it's also been, stressful. 

I feel guilty. I feel guilty because I'm getting married. There are so many people out there who want to be, who want to meet that certain someone. And I have that. So I feel bad. I just want people to be happy. 

I feel judged. We're not getting married in the temple the first time. We can't at this moment. And people have been saying, well just wait. Go on a mission. Finish school. Do something else. Don't just get married. But, that's not what I want. I've been with this boy three years. I can't do another one just dating him. My bad. 

I feel there's a lot of expectations. I feel like, people will be traveling far to come to our wedding or reception and they'll be disappointed. Say why did we even bother coming here?

I feel bad when people offer to help. To make things. To throw a party. To do anything.

I feel like people think I'm being stupid. That I'm making a mistake. That I'm too young. Not ready. Then again, who ever is truly ready. 

I know it's just one day. And in the grand scheme of things it all doesn't matter. It's just a day to celebrate our love. And to finally be man and wife. The end. In the grand scheme of things, it's just one day. It's the marriage and the days afterwards that really matter. 

That's what I've really been feeling. I'll probably wake up in a week with all these feelings gone. 

Comments

  1. Hang in there, sweet girl. People are unfortunately going to judge but the only opinions who matter are you, Sammy, and God's. People judged my sister for having a 2 year long engagement. Her reply when nosy people asked about it? "Well do you want to pay for the wedding?"

    At the end of the day, your wedding is about you and Sammy. Nobody else. Not even your families.

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  2. Only two people need to be on the same page, you and God. Once that is settled, follow your heart. Nothing great, new, wonderful, beautiful or lasting was ever created by those that can't follow their destiny. To be truly happy you have to listen to your own heart and ignore everything else. In the end you just have to tell the rest of the world what they can do with their advice, in a nice, gentle, caring tone... or not as the case may be :)

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