23 October 2009

Letting things come together....

I'll admit, I have a touch of the control freak within me. I'm diplomatic, yet very attached to my ideas, and become afraid that someone might mess them up should I allow anyone else access. When planning a wedding, especially a DIY affair like Didge and I are embarking upon, that can be a bad, bad, BAD thing.

It's especially bad because I sweat things to a beyond the beyonds degree, to the point of making myself think it all has to be done right the hell now, and that if it's not the entire world is going to cave in and he and I will get hitched in a house that looks like one of those featured on reality shows dealing with horrible clutter, bird doody, and water-damaged boxes. But while helping my brain implode trying to gather and organize ideas in a way that will give me time to put the D in my DIY, I realized that opening up and letting other ideas come into the picture is a *good* thing. Jason isn't going to run through the house in his mask wielding a wedding axe if I (gulp) release total control.

The first moment came when Didge said he would be in charge of music - the huge wedding playlist and putting together the soundtrack cd would be his project. It was actually a relief; and I fully realized how lucky I am to have a groom who *wants* to be involved. But then the invitation thing happened. I had an idea that I considered sheer brilliance, one I was patting myself on the back over. He came up with another.

His was better.

And that's why I resisted a little at first, I'll admit. But realizing how cool his idea would be and deciding to go with that brought the whole concept of the wedding together - the next day, I had the decor figured out - and in a way that not only incorporated his ideas for it, but in such a way that lets our ideas enhance each others'. So the event won't just be about, "Oh, look at the cool little housewarming wedding with the pink and black and 80's", it'll be more along the lines of, "This is so Trey and Annalisa's wedding!"

Which is precisely what I was going for by being a control freak, contradictorily enough.

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