At this point there is nothing left for me to do.
All the plans have been made and all I can do now is just wait for things. And hope that they all pan out the way that I want them to in my head. Which is almost too much pressure.
Maybe that’s where all of those bridezilla stories come from. Because there is just all this pressure on everything. Because you do everything that you need to do for the day but you have no way of really knowing if it will all work out on the day.
I know that I picked a date that would have the least risk of bloating or unexpected visitors, but hey sometimes my body is weird and shit happens. I don’t know what my face is going to do because hormones do weird things and I could wake up with a new constellation on my face. Maybe I’ll realise that I hate the colour scheme once I’ve had some space from it.
It’s unlikely, but maybe I will fall out with one of my best friends turned bridesmaids. I mean we made it through the whole process of planning the wedding relatively unscathed, but there could be something there the finally breaks it all down.
Maybe something terrible will happen with the catering and everyone will get food poisoning. Or the open bar will run out of booze. Maybe the venue will have lost our booking. Or I will split my dress when I put it on and have to get married in my slightly less show-stopping reception dress. Maybe the weather will just change drastically and a hurricane will sweep through.
Maybe I should just go back to accepting that I have nothing left to do in regards to the whole thing and just enjoy that fact. The whole thing is now completely out of my hands. I’ve planned all I can planned. Now I just have to do it.
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