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MUCH more stressful situation. Perspective.)
Okay, so I was exaggerating. We know for a fact that I was exaggerating, because I really did post that on Twitter last week, and not two hours later, someone really did casually inquire as to what my colors would be.
I did not scream. Or punch them. I just smiled sweetly and said "I don't know."
Not I don't know yet, just I don't know. Because I don't know what my colors are, or if I have to pick colors, or why I have to pick colors, or when I have to pick colors in order to be sure that the universe will not explode due to my lack of color picking. I mean, that must be a danger, right? That's why everyone keeps asking about it? As in, daily news round-up: what's going on in Egypt, how's the economy handling this week, oh hell we almost forgot to get the latest update -- what are Beth's colors?!
I feel the same way when people ask what my theme is (weddings have themes?).
In all likelihood, my irritation in the face of these questions is directed less at the people asking, and more at what the questions represent (and the various reactions they stir up in me):
1) Expectations I'm not necessarily embracing (why do weddings need to have themes?)
2) The pressure to start making decisions (we should probably choose a theme, huh?)
3) A little chagrin at my own lack of knowledge (seriously - weddings have themes?)
I'm also watching several younger brides-to-be around me take all of this on far more gracefully - more on that later, but for now, suffice to say that they all have themes.
And so, in the face of all of this...
I've been doing a lot of cleaning, baking, writing, and not-selecting-colors... BUT I DID ALSO SCHEDULE OUR FIRST VENUE SCOUTING APPOINTMENT, and will be adding several more to the schedule for that day.
Oh, and we chose a theme: joy.
So that's something, right?