Anxiety
This is one of my favorite pictures that we took that day.
I am surprised at how much anxiety the wedding invitations are giving me. Apparently there is a whole canon of literature out there on how things are to be worded. There is even etiquette on how the actual contents are supposed to be ordered in the envelope. I don't think we were able to satisfy every Wedding Invitation Law out there but at times like these, I like to evoke the we're-gay-so-it-is-okay-to-bypass-traditions.
I also like to evoke the we're-gay-so-it-is-okay-to-bypass-traditions excuse when people ask us if we're going to have a line. Eh. I'm not exactly a fan of standing in a line to shake hands with people. They say (they, as in the powers that be) that the purpose of the line is so that people unfamiliar with the couple (say their parents' 2nd grade teacher) have the opportunity to meet them. I like that we're only inviting people we know.
But the anxiety...
It's not about the wedding or getting married. It's about sending out this piece of paper that everyone will judge us on if we did it correctly or not. It sounds silly...which should make it silly that I'm feeling anxious but bear with me. It's a little tough right now.
But.
It's just a little piece of paper that just happens to be a wedding announcement SLASH wedding reception invitation.
Nothing.
To.
Be.
Anxious.
About.
Maybe this is a good time to take some of the advice from my mom who once told me that the best way to deal with my depression is to force it all the way down into the pit of your stomach the way she does.