Life keeps whirling
It has now been three and a half weeks.
Three and a half weeks.
Dean and I are planning a wedding. We're getting married on Friday August 8th, then holding a reception on the ninth. We've got an appointment scheduled in the Denver temple. Family has been informed, I've been looking at dresses, we're thinking about food to eat and decorations to have at the reception, and we're working on sending out announcements.
Today we went and took some pictures to use on our announcements. I really didn't enjoy that. I love Dean, but I don't love having my picture taken. Much less do I enjoy wearing things that make me feel uncomfortable. What I was wearing didn't exactly make me feel uncomfortable, it was just looking at the pictures later that kind of unnerved me. I didn't look like me. I looked like a kid playing dress-up and then taking pictures to remember how silly I looked. Others may have thought that I looked better like that, but to me, I just look like a stranger. I don't want to send out wedding announcements with pictures of a girl that I hardly recognize. I am torn because I don't want to go take pictures again, and I don't want to have to put everyone through my pickyness again. I just want to be able to look at my own wedding announcement and be comfortable with what I see. Is that too much to ask? Am I just being ridiculous? I'm running into similar problems with searching for a wedding dress. I don't want to feel like a stranger. I want to be comfortable, not only in how I feel, but with how I will see myself. Maybe I should just give up, and not worry about it.
Three and a half weeks.
Dean and I are planning a wedding. We're getting married on Friday August 8th, then holding a reception on the ninth. We've got an appointment scheduled in the Denver temple. Family has been informed, I've been looking at dresses, we're thinking about food to eat and decorations to have at the reception, and we're working on sending out announcements.
Today we went and took some pictures to use on our announcements. I really didn't enjoy that. I love Dean, but I don't love having my picture taken. Much less do I enjoy wearing things that make me feel uncomfortable. What I was wearing didn't exactly make me feel uncomfortable, it was just looking at the pictures later that kind of unnerved me. I didn't look like me. I looked like a kid playing dress-up and then taking pictures to remember how silly I looked. Others may have thought that I looked better like that, but to me, I just look like a stranger. I don't want to send out wedding announcements with pictures of a girl that I hardly recognize. I am torn because I don't want to go take pictures again, and I don't want to have to put everyone through my pickyness again. I just want to be able to look at my own wedding announcement and be comfortable with what I see. Is that too much to ask? Am I just being ridiculous? I'm running into similar problems with searching for a wedding dress. I don't want to feel like a stranger. I want to be comfortable, not only in how I feel, but with how I will see myself. Maybe I should just give up, and not worry about it.
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