When I was little, I had this dream of being a famous writer. Obviously that never happened, and I’ve been reduced to writing online to a nobody in particular. I am jealous of all these people that started blogs and got discovered (especially the guy who waited tables, started a blog and actually wrote a book about it. Come on! I waited tables too!). But I guess I’m mostly to blame for it, because I settled and changed my mind and sold out to be a business major. A major I thought I could actually get a creative job in, but no.
I used to think my writing was actually pretty good, but it turns out that I had been mistaken from the very beginning. I still have this one story that I wrote when I was in high school in a little blue brad folder. And it sucks. I mean, I guess a 109 page story is pretty impressive for a high schooler, but the main attraction was making out over Chinese food and the girl being attracted to her step brother. I usually did tell stories from first person; I think it makes any book more interesting. And now most of my blog entries are about the wedding and the job, and losing person after person at work. I think being my friend at work is the kiss of death. I miss Mike a lot at work; he was my only ally.
I am excited about the wedding. It’s four weeks exactly from today. I had the final planning session with them on Thursday and everything is now set in stone. I guess I’m more ready to just have it over and be Bennett’s wife already. I’m ready for “redacted”. Sounds so plain. But I love it!!
I haven’t decided if I will keep the maiden name as the middle name or not. Probably not. “redacted”.
And then I think, this person who gets all excited about weddings and Chick-fil-a and Glamour/Cosmo magazine probably should have never been a writer to begin with. Oh, I have plenty of stories to tell; there are plenty of things that have happened to me to let me have something to write about. Maybe after the wedding when I’m done flying on cloud nine, I will have some time to sit and be deeper.