Katie, my high school bestie, got engaged last week. It's strange thinking of any of my close high school friends being engaged. I guess I partially imagined we would all be the way we always were until we were out of college and established (what does that even mean?) in the world. How silly of me to be so naive! I leave and come back to find Katie in love and engaged to a good guy. And I'm so happy for her. Plus, I get to be her maid-of-honor, which means I get to help her plan the wedding, something I love thinking about. But some part of me-- the overthinking part, mind you-- can't help but pretend I'm planning my own wedding as I flip through bridal magazines and surf accompanying websites. Some part of me wishes it was mine.
Ah, me. :) I envy Katie her happiness. I hope she knows how lucky she is.
Not that the path I've chosen is less worthy or anything; I'm not knocking it at all. I know where I want to be and how I want to get there... and I know it's possible. I'm not deluded enough to expect to be the next Carmindy or a winner on Blush: The Search for the Next Great Makeup Artist, but I can dream. And someday, somewhere, I'll have a husband and a family and a place of my own.
It's just the getting there that can become a little arduous.
Signing out to try to get some homework done--