One month to go
So I've been totally remiss the past, er, several years, but I'm getting married a month from today (date wise, not day-of-the-week wise). My dude and I are reasonably calm about the whole thing, with occasional flare-ups here and there. On the whole, though, we can't complain.
Since last time ... I left the well-paying but sanity-sapping gig I'd been working on for the past two years to return to my "home position". Pay cut was sizable, but it put me in contact with an old work acquaintance who ... offered me another job. I'm "underfilling" at the moment, but If this works out it'll be have greater potential for better things, both financially and professionally. Yay me.
I've suffered various wedding-related trauma -- partly because I'm a control freak, and partly 'cuz peeps were being stupid at one point -- but I'm happy to report that I have recovered quite nicely.
I recently returned from a pre-wedding trip to Croatia to visit my relatives. They can't afford to come here, so we went there. Fantastic. While Toronto was getting cheated out of a summer, I was swimming in the Adriatic. Feel free to hate me.*
And here I am, one month to go. The thing about taking three weeks off rather soon before a wedding is that it forces one one to prioritize. It brings clarity. So many details I was obsessing about just before the wedding are things that only I would notice, and there comes a point where I choose to take off my glasses and see the world a little blurrily, y'know? It's not a bad thing.
But of course I'll still obsess. It's in my nature. I'm just stepping back a bit from the ledge. ;)
* - of course, we only had a few days to ourselves, and a mere handful of days at the beach, but it was still wondrous.