I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date…
Remember the White Rabbit? He was very late to somewhere, and rather frantic about it – even though, what can a little forest rodent with a broken watch really be rushing to, anyways?
I, however, am not a little forest rodent, and therefore am completely justified in running around like a crazy person, biting my nails and getting wildly emotional about the fact that I have 18 DAYS until the Most Very Important Date Ever.
Wait.
Stop.
Excuse me while I talk to myself.
Dani. You are 18 days away from something wonderful and beautiful, not because of dresses or flowers, but because of love and commitment and a lifetime of living up to that promise. Don’t make your fella crazy, don’t make yourself crazy. Enjoy it, relish it, release yourself into giddy joy. Embrace your friends. Love your family. Get a GRIP.
OK. Better now.
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