Tell Me Your Story

Well the wedding is over and everything was pretty much perfect. Its actually hard for me to fully accept that everything went so well. I am yearning for more trouble that I can sink my teeth into and analyze to a pulp.

I do understand why it is to important to carefully consider who you are inviting to your wedding. Our wedding was very intimate. The room was cozy, with candles lit all over and a small dance floor. I had the chance to speak to everyone and I knew who everyone was. There were no awkward exchanges with random cousins who I didnt know. I feel a certain closeness now with the people who were there. They saw Joe and I get married, which is very special to me obviously.

I had this goal of talking everyone as an individual at our wedding and saying something specific to each person. I didnt want to repeat the same generic thing to everyone. I wanted to ask about their dogs and babies and house plants. I wanted them to tell me about their jobs and summer vacations and how they were getting home. They came all this way for me and I wanted to hear about them. The wedding is over when it is happening, there is no longer any need to talk about the wedding at that point.

I met Joes Grandmother for the first time, which was so nice. She is very sweet.

At one point after the wedding we were sitting with Joes Grandmother and she was telling stories of her children and their children. I was tired but I looked up and her wrinkled smiling face and thought to myself, here is this woman who I dont know, who lives in Washington state who has had a long life with many experiences. All I could think of was that everyone’s story is important, even people we don’t know or who aren’t related to us by our new marriage.

There are people out there with stories dear to their hearts and I realized that I want to hear them.

Rods and Cones

I just walked up to my apartment from about 20 blocks away. I was going to take public transport but I decided that since it was beautiful out, I had nothing left to do and I need to relax, that I would walk. I had my ipod on and decided to treat myself to some tasti delight.

And I realized that when you walk down the street eating ice cream, in all of its drippy, lighthearted, sweetness, people look at you.

I dont think its my paranoia acting up because I think that for the most part, them looking at you is a positive thing. I think they are admiring the fun you are having and possibly getting inspired to do the same.

Most Things

On the Subway the other day I was looking around and wondering what people did, for a living and otherwise. I often do this and assign things to people that I think that they look like they might do. I guess its stereotyping, but I keep quiet about it, so its never too malicious and I try to think out of the box.

The train stopped short and people went sloshing around for a few seconds and as I was engulfed by this wave of perceived and hidden diversity around me, I had a thought. I think that most people can do most things, its just a question of wanting to, or not.

This feeling soothed me, because it made me think that what I want is in my grasp and not as insurmountable as it seems.

And I love this quote: “Whether you think you can or whether you think you can’t, you’re right.”-Henry Ford

17 days

I am getting married in 17 days. So, blog posting will be very erratic until then.

Nothing for today.

Thank you for your continued patience and support.