[life] Getting Hitched

So I was going through my Favorites list, as I do every six months or so, doing some pruning, and I noticed that I still had a folder labeled "Wedding." Inside were links to various wedding gown designer's homepages, pictures of the banquet hall where we had our reception, various "how-to" and etiquette lists, and one link that seemed to go to an online retailer of garter belts. Nothing but garter belts.

Looking back, it's amazing how much thinking, planning and general obsessing I did over that one day. The woman-hours I put into that project are staggering - the details I thought of, the contigency plans, the organizational skills I showed... I wonder why I can't summon that kind of effort and focus for anything else.

Granted, the sacred rite of tying my life to my beloved's is worth some sweat and brain-crunching, but really. The potential revealed in me when the pressure of my wedding was brought to bear was rather impressive. And now I find it hard to summon the motivation to spend fifteen minutes vaccuming the floor.

Where have all the cowboys gone, indeed.

In any case. I have wiped my internet Favorites clean of wedding-related links. I have gone into my Wedding folder on my desktop and rid it of anything not useful in the future, such as the address list I painstakingly compiled for the invitations. I have had my dress cleaned and boxed and sealed against the depredations of time and fabric-consuming insects. It is Over. I am a Bride no more.