On Saturday morning, Jeff and I drove across the river to the capitol of Illinois to attend the wedding of one of my very favorite people. While there, I was able to see several of my other favorites—some who know me, and some who don’t. (I’ve had internet access for eighteen years, and it still widens my eyes.)
Oh, this wedding. It could not have been more perfect. The bride and groom were encircled by friends and family and that big circle of people was lit by dappled sun and everyone was smiling and: So Much Joy.
After the ceremony, I found myself sitting at a table with six people who have accomplished great things with their writing and because I love writers and I love weddings and I love hearing acorns being crunched and I love eating toast corners with egg slices and some sort of spread (I have no idea what those things were, but I can’t get them out of my head), I just kept thinking things like, “I want to be Better. At writing (and at social situations) and at life.” I’m just sort of grateful that we left before the music kicked up, because I was starting to feel carbonated, which means it was only a matter of minutes before my whirling dervish tendencies kicked in. (No one would want to see that.)
With Labor Day behind us, it feels like the summer is finally ending and you know how much I love it when the summer ends. Here’s hoping the end of summer also means the death of webworms because they’re ruining my life by running their tiny wispy ropes in a design that makes it impossible for me to walk from my garage to the mailbox, and my neighbors think I’m batty for driving twenty feet from garage to mailbox, but I don’t care what they think anymore because I just need to not feel webs on my face ever again. Ever again. (I want to be Better. At writing (and at social situations) and at life.) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>
I was just telling my husband that my new mantra is, (I want to be a better person than I was the day before.)
Something must be in the air! I am very much looking forward to fall, also.
I’ve been in the same “I want to be better” for about a week now after being inspired by another creator and then hearing Elijah Wood say in an interview that he wears a ring that says – in Hebrew – “If not now, When?” Those two moments combined kinda pushed me into the same space the wedding seemed to have pushed you.
Also? I started doing aromatherapy with my kids and it might be making me drunk on lavender.
You are the best You I know! I wish I knew You in person; one day, though! I’d read anything you wrote. <3
I would like to be better at social situations, too. You seem to me pretty good at writing already. Oftentimes the good at writing = cruddy at socializing, but don’t let that stop you from dreaming big.
frances
Sometimes the remembrance enhances the event. I would much rather hear other’s memories of my wedding (& there are many) than look through the album.
You have a gift.
Fall always feels so fresh with possibilities!