Future’s Fear

The future holds no certainties
Taunts with wild absurdities
Until there’s a sense of urgency
And it all feels like an emergency
 
I’m left frozen in the dark
Running after a crazy lark
Chasing a dream like its my mark
And I’m left to ask should I embark
 
On this unsure journey?
Will I prove worthy?
Or should this all concern me?
Or is this needless worry?
 
My heart races against the clock
Sweat beads like bullets from a glock
Has opportunity truly knocked?
Or am I reeling from failure’s shock?
[Image from Unspash. Photo taken by Sasha Freemind.)

Shopping, Talking, and Creating

Today has been a very productive day in my books, and a decent one for my mood too. My mom invited me to help her shop for her Mother of the Groom dress and my future sister-in-law, Emily, was able to tag along. It was fun!

After trying on what felt like a dozen dresses, my mom was torn between three and that shrunk to two. It created a bit of a numbers war with 4 of us liking the one and 3 liking the other. Thankfully, I was able to give my mom an awesome speech (to push her to buy the dress she loved instead of the one my dad thought looked best) and it ended quite happy.

We got back to the house to see my dad and my husband, Andrew, had not started on the Punch A Cup game for my brother and future sister-in-law’s stag and doe (which happens to be two weeks away). They made a measurement mistake in two places, but I saved the day by proposing a solution.  (Tooting my own horn a little bit for which I apologize). The game needs a couple coats of paint, and then we will be cutting tissue to match.

While my husband worked on drilling the holes for that and my dad kept cleaning, my mom and I engraved glasses. Got another dozen done and only have 18 more to go! I am hoping we’ll get them done this Monday.

Emily told me she managed to get her wedding invites out and I know bridal shower invites have gone out too. It is so exciting waiting for mail! My only issue… I am still undecided on whether I want to attend their wedding. I don’t feel like they really want me there, but I don’t want to cause another fight by declining (even if I think I’m doing what they want me to do).

It isn’t my wedding, but it is nice to help my parents’ and family do these kind of things. Creativity is addictive, y’know?