It’s finally done and dusted. We’ve tied the knot. Exchanged the rings, cut the cake and said ‘I do’. And now it’s time for the recap.
If there’s something I’d like to start doing more of, it’s making the most of where we live and spend my free time exploring.
In the last year or so, I’ve fallen into a habit of avoiding outings, trips and events with the excuse of being comfortable – prioritising being home on a Sunday evening to make sure the house is clean and my lunches are prepared for the following week, or deciding that a bit of extra sleep is a much better option than risking waking up tired on a Monday morning. Forget FOMO – I had a serious case of FOLH (Fear Of Leaving Home).
It’s already happening. We’re still just over two weeks away from our nuptials, but the references to myself as ‘Mrs Dowel’ have been coming fast and thick for months. I’ve been laughing it off and reminding people I’m not married yet, and to be honest – I’m a little protective of the very little time I have left as ‘Miss Short’.
If we were having coffee right now, this is what I’d tell you.
Anyone’s whose paid for their wedding will know there is some serious saving involved that starts at least a year in advance, so when mine and Wes’s five year anniversary rolled around on 10 December last year, we knew we couldn’t go crazy on the celebrations.
New Year’s resolutions. I’ve expressed my opinions about attempting ‘fresh starts’ before and upon reflection, I still feel pretty similar about them.
When I wrote that post, however, I was turning 27, was terrified about the unknown my future held and felt so incredibly lost.
It was only upon reading that post just now (mainly to make sure it wasn’t too cringe-worthy to link here), I realised how far I’ve come. I’m still somewhat nervous about my future, but the excitement for it overrides it tenfold. I can finally see potential. And this leads me right into 2017.
“I’ve had a hard day, I deserve a stiff drink tonight!”
“I’m tired, better have a sugar hit.”
“It’s Mars Bar Monday/donut Tuesday/cupcake Wednesday/TIm Tim Thursday/scotch on the rocks Friday!”
Any of these one-liners sound familiar?
Don’t get me wrong – I know how many incredible people I have in my life, but I don’t think I had ever comprehended that people would come – some a very long way – just to celebrate the fact that I love someone enough to marry them, and they love me right back. It’s sounds kind of strange to put it like that, but that’s exactly what it was. A celebration of love. And it was awesome.
That is the bloody big question. This blog. My life. Adulting. Not quite adulting. Not wanting to adult what-so-ever but having to do it anyway. I’m not going to bore you with what you already know here, but today’s post revolves around something 99% of the world have a serious addiction to. That morning brew. Liquid gold. “I can’t function until I have a cup”. Yep – I’m talking about coffee.
Ok, let’s have a moment of honesty here. Who am I kidding, this whole blog is filled with shameless honesty (that I should probably sometimes be a little ashamed about…). I’m not so great when it comes to this whole blogging thing. Content quality – yeah I guess that’s alright (going by the feedback all of your rad, rad people give me), but frequency? Shameful.