Over the past few weeks, I've been feeling like I'm on the verge of imploding. Exploding would be too dramatic. Combusting into a ball of nothingness seemed more appropriate. (Remember my elopement post?) And here's the reason I'm marrying Kyle. He knows exactly when I need to get away. It seemed like this trip he planned for my birthday three months ago had been perfectly aligned with my impending implosion. This couldn't have come at a better time.
Kyle planned a surprise trip away to one of my favorite places on the planet: Big Sur. The best part was that we had just bought an incredible vintage convertible that was just begging to be driven down Hwy 1. So we did just that.
I have to say, that this weekend away was just what I needed. A couple of days in the cleansing breeze that washes off the Big Sur cliffs stripped away a few pounds of the weight on my shoulders.
I know we all deal with it. Wedding planning. Life planning. It can get unfathomably overwhelming. I encourage you to take a weekend off and do what makes you both happiest. Whatever that is for you. Just take some time to get back to what is most meaningful to you and what inspires you.
It may just serve as a good piece of duct tape until you can make it through your wedding, but sometimes duct tape does a pretty damn good job.
What was the most peaceful, relaxing thing you did during the stress of wedding planning?