I’m under the weather. Seriously under the weather. I am stressed out of my mind: negotiating room rates for our wedding guests, gathering addresses for our save the dates, work is not easy, dance lessons, buying up presents, finalizing our wedding web site, I haven’t even thought about my own web site which I thought I’d be launching now, and I’m bleeding. I will probably not get to Christmas cards this year. I’m going to the future in-laws in two weeks which is different and foreign and not something I need right now. I need a vacation by myself to a warm sunny locale where I can get a room next to the ocean so I can hear the waves crash below, read books (where has all my reading time gone?) and drink lots and lots of wine.
I love Christmas. I love December, but why is it so stressful this year? Maybe it’s all relative.
Last year, I had an Elin Nordegren moment. I didn’t know I was playing second fiddle and literally lashed out at all parties involved. The situation was tense, ugly, and emotionally draining. I shudder thinking at what transpired just one year ago.
Oh, what a long way we have come.