I'm not going to lie... I had a little bit of a rough day on Sunday following the wedding.
And, no, it had nothing to do with the wine (and champage, okay fine, and Corona) I drank on Saturday night.
It had to do with me feeling a little bit left out.
Not because I'm trying to rush D to the altar.
Not because I'm eager to spend tens of thousands of dollars on a wedding.
But because all of my best friends are experiencing something that I know nothing about and I can't relate to where they are right now.
They don't have any cool secret married handshakes or married kid meetings I'm not invited to, but I know that on some level... they are in a totally different phase in life than I am.
And, unfortunately, this post isn't going to end in a huge Oprah-esque A-HA!! moment of clarity in which it all comes together and I find peace within myself.
Look at the picture at the top of this post.
That couple is loving the present moment. That couple doesn't care about anything going on around them. They are in love and in the moment.
They are D and I at the September wedding I mentioned on Monday.
I need to get back to that. To not feeling lonely because I don't own a house or have a husband. To feeling loved and loving because that is what is happening right now. To not worrying about where we're headed because if I do I'll miss out on where we are.
I know all of this to be true.
I just need to get there.