I am starting to see that the planning of anything is the bane of my absolute existence.

I thought having a “destination wedding” would be easy. You just show up in Italy, say “I do”, party with the locals and be called a Mrs.

No way. Planning is planning is planning.

After getting engaged at the end of October, I just floated through life like it was any other day. Sure, people would ask about the ring and when the wedding date was but I just replied with “next spring”; moving on. I did not possess anything that even slightly resembled a bride gene in my body. I had no desire to search for dresses or anything of that nature. My girlfriends had more excitement in their voices than I did. It’s not that I dread getting married. I’m excited to be marrying my beau it’s just that, though; being married to him. That’s the cool part. The planning and expectations of a “wedding” are what I dread. I just want to show up.

Now, here we are first of the year and the count down is REALLY on. The pressure is mounting. Everyone wants to know the deal. The problem is…I have no answers.