Ok, so technically I live in Hove, not Brighton and this will be more of a collection of random thoughts than a straight-forward diary but I am getting married. Next September. Yes, this time next year I shall be a Mrs. However many times I say it, it still hasn't become any less unreal or strange. Strange, yes, but very exciting. And as I'm also a writer, here I shall be attemping to blog on both themes near to my heart and the bizarre, but hopefully interesting, links between my two worlds.
We got engaged in August 2008 when J proposed to me on my 30th birthday. To say I'm not a girly-girl is rather an understatement, and while I may be sitting here with pink nail vanish on I still have trouble putting eyeshadow on! What I mean to say is, I am not one of those girls who knew from childhood what they wanted from their wedding day. Even when J and I moved in together and started talking about eventual marriage, it didn't go any further than knowing I wanted a white gold engagement ring!
But a white gold engagement ring I got. I was presented with a surprise weekend in London, tickets to see the musical Wicked and tickets for the London Eye by both J, and my sister. When we reached the top of the Eye, J dropped to one knee and stated that he had one more surprise for me before pulling the perfect ring from his pocket. White gold with two diamonds.
After that, it was all anyone wanted to talk about, myself included, as I slowly began to turn into a giggly, girly, wedding obsessed bride-to-be. And it only got worse as we finally set a date and venue. As a friend of mine said, "it's Bridezilla!" But I plan to return to this in a later blog entry.
For now, I want to talk about the limbo land of engagement. It's exciting but once everyone's seen the ring and heard the story of the proposal, it all dies down. Unless you plan to immediately, well, plan for the big day itself. We didn't; had no ideas at all to begin with. So, we got engaged, and I've loved being engaged! For several months we coasted along all 'loved-up', as another friend says, allowing our imaginations to start running riot without the realistic logistics of budget, timings, and trying to please as many people as possible.
It's like the early days of a planning or writing (or even reading) a book, or a poem, or even a film, where as a writer or reader/viewer anything is possible and you can get swept along on a wave of possibility and creativity. Anything can happen and you can make it so. Then there's the research and the headaches and the time-lines and the way that background doesn't fit with that character. And that is all part of the process, and important, and also fun. But it's nothing without the initial spark of fire, the little voice in your head that says 'yes, this is good, and this is mine, and this is why I create'.
So, keep those moments alive people, enjoy them and then work hard to see them become real!
Until next time...
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