That's how long I've been gone - the longest hiatus from writing I've taken since I started this blog back in 2009.
One on hand, it's not surprising that I never made time to write - this has been one of the busiest and most exciting years of my life.
Not much longer after blogging about Dan and his sudden death, Jacob and I got engaged. What?! I know, someone signed on to my insanity for life . . .can you believe it?
Or, based on how things have turned out, I'm sorry, America.
While I suppose work craziness and fatigue from traveling has played a part in my under sharing, I knew I couldn't share anything with you without first sharing the news that I was getting married and since becoming engaged, I've realized I am quite possibly the most awkward engaged person ever.
Example #1: Instead of picking up the phone and calling my closest friends whom I talk to on the phone daily, I instead snapped a picture of the ring and sent it to a large group text with the caption, "Anyone want to come to a dance party in November?" That did not go over well.
Example #2: My coworker Will and I got engaged within days of one another. He sent a picture of himself and his fiance out to our small email group, letting everyone know that he was getting married. I said nothing to anyone. When we arrived back in the office after being gone for several days, people all day stopped by his desk to congratulate him and asked to hear the story. I stood up every time to hear him tell it. But instead of inserting my own good news, I instead took my ring off and put it in my wallet, afraid to steal Will's thunder.
Example #3: My own wedding shower terrifies me. This weekend my friends are throwing a couples wedding shower for Jacob and me. They have been working so hard putting things together, sparing no details. I know it's going to be over the top and awesome because that's what kind of friends we have. But along with my feelings of sincere gratitude for all of their hard work and excitement are feelings of anxiety of everyone's eyes on us.
I'd hardly call myself a shrinking violet, and if you've ever been around to hear me interject a conversation to tell stories, admitting that I'm worried about being the center of attention at my own party might seem unbelievable, if not completely disingenuous.
I also love a good party - just last weekend, I helped my friend Natalie celebrate her upcoming nuptials with a daytime shower that carried into an afternoon-evening bachelorette extravaganza at the Shaky Knees music festival. The whole day was perfect - beautiful weather, great music, so. many. laughs. I was one of the few still standing at the end of the night when My Morning Jacket played their last song, thank you very much.
I've talked to some of my friends and many of them revealed they also struggled with the attention that comes with being the bride. It's completely normal to be overwhelmed, they say. All of the people who love you in the same room at the same time - isn't that supposed to be the greatest thing about a wedding celebration?
Jacob and I waited a long time to get married - I mean, hello?! Didn't I turn 30, like a decade ago?! I've spent years celebrating big moments for other people and now that it's my turn, I just want my nerves to be calm enough for me to enjoy it.
Deep. Breaths. Happy Friday!