Planning for Love

More often than not, I have Tuesdays off from work.
This can be such a lovely happening since it allows me to take a WHOLE day and PLAN.

Today I will write out my TO DO LIST
and then eat some breakfast and contemplate the LIST while I vacuum.

Having a clean space is essential for me to be able to be productive. 

I wish it wasn't such a big deal, but I have fallen victim to a touch of OCD.

Some of you understand when the dishes & laundry taunt you.

Therefore here is a bit of my LIST for me to accomplish today-next Tuesday:

1) Clear out my Wedding box-it's a big, intimidating box.

2) Finish Invitation Template (I need my Army Love's computer for this)

3) Write out a Wedding Budget--Apparently you need one...which is a problem for us.

4) Send out Bridesmaids cards...Sometimes I wish I could be a man and just text them.

 

5) Filter through bookmarked favorites&decided on centerpieces! (Etsy.com will be the end of my productivity)
 

Not too bad of a LIST, as of now, right?

NOW, according to theknot.com, I have 179 things left to do and only 116 days in which to accomplish them. I cannot even rationalized this. Which is why I am marrying a more logical Man.  Panic feelings begin to creep in and this is where I will leave you, in search for some breakfast and my vacuum cleaner.

Hope that that To-DO LIST will have somethings crossed out--such a great feeling!-- the next time we chat.
Until then here's a sneak peek of things to come (Now who doesn't love Engagement photos?):

 
 

Here's the thing...

It almost always seems that when  I'm at the end of my rope, when the walls are sliding down around me and I'm clinging to the tether that's to save me from imminent peril over the mountainside, something comes to my rescue. 
Like in Jurassic Park 2 and the T-Rex mom is very upset, I'll come to find not all is lost; that the dinosaurs won't eat me.

And here's why:
Because I have friends who remind me to hold on while they help pull me back up. To remind me to laughand to not take these crazy moments too seriously.

But here's the thing,
I wouldn't have these friends, these lifesavers, that rope thrown down to pull me back up unless I were to admit the glass beneath me won't hold me. Can't hold me. That there are too many cracks for me to control.  Giving up that control isn't easy. We're told to be successful for ourselves. To be successful enough to help others who are unable to help themselves. After a while though, we run out of luck, we run ourselves down and unless we recognize the need to be helped ourselves, we might as well baste ourselves in steak sauce and give ourselves over to the dinosaurs.

So here's to the moment when we realize we're in trouble, that the forces outside are more powerful than we can assert control over. Here's to that moment when we can call out to our friends, hold tight to that rope and wait for the storm to pass.
Here's to realizing we can't always save ourselves, and the power to find the friends who love us enough to take that chance: