My heart is beating faster, if you know how I hate exercise, then you will know this is not because I just had a cardio workout.
I can’t sleep either.
And I’m wondering if I’m having an episode of the wedding jitters.
I blame it on sleepless nights like this one, when my mind can’t help running amok, dashing through a thousand scenarios of What Ifs, of what can happen or won’t happen. I’m concerned that we still have not managed to secure a pastor. Please God, let me have one. I worry about guests not having enough fun, by ‘guests’ I really only meant our closest friends and family members and so this worry is really real and important to me.
And there are the logistics to think about. I really need to talk to my wedding planner.
The logical side of me is telling me “que sera sera”, I can’t really help it if things do go wrong, can I? And then I think, my jitters aren’t even half as severe as most brides’, which probably is unwittingly an open invitation for disaster – I know how behind I am in all these planning.
Before now, I had hoped that switching on the lappie, glaring into harsh light of the monitor and trying to make out the characters on my charcoal keyboard in the midst of darkness will at least tire my eyes out, which will in turn invite the Z monster. Well, I know now for a fact that this method doesn’t work! Next time I will just let my sprinter thoughts waste their muscles to somnolence.
Alas, you have to read through this… thing with no conclusion, I feel bad. So here goes, a series of pictures from our trial photoshoot. I think these describe our relationship perfectly.