These past few weeks (maybe even months?), I’ve been feeling like something wasn’t quite right with our wedding plans. Every night I would go to bed with a nagging feeling that I tried to rationalize as best as I possibly could (having to “rationalize” things almost always equates a red flag, no?). It got to the point where I didn’t even want to think about this wedding or how things would all come together. I started to ignore it and stupidly hoped that it would work itself out without my involvement. #ignoranceisbliss?
Needless to say, after a lengthy back-and-forth discussion with John, we’ve made a pretty radical wedding change. With two months until show time, we have completely changed our venue. As in, different city, different location, different scenery. No big.
The interesting thing is, I feel a million times more confident and excited about our big day than ever before. Not only are we saving a nice chunk of change (hallelujah!) but I will be able to set everything up to my liking days before the wedding. With our original venue, I would have only had four measly hours to entrust my vision in the hands of others. I never really thought of myself as a control freak before, but in this case, I want FULL creative direction. I mean, no one knows my carefully-curated, private wedding Pinterest board quite like this gal, y’ know?
The other nice little perk to this change of heart is the LASER FOCUS I now have. All those seemingly random ideas I’ve been mentally cataloguing over the past year are now coming to fruition. I finally know what I want and I know how to make it happen. Heck, I’ve even made a dreamy Spotify playlist to set the mood for these next two months of crafting and celebrating (John Mayer’s “Wildfire” is on heavy rotation).
I guess the big take-home message here (applicable to wedding + non-wedding situations alike) is this: GO WITH YOUR GUT. If you need to take a step back and reevaluate, then by all means, do it. Even if the truth might make things messy for a brief moment, it will never steer you in the wrong direction. It might, however, steer you to the craft store to load up on even more gold spray paint. That stuff is golden. LITERALLY.