Eat the Damn Cake

I’m guest posting over at Beauty Schooled, one of my absolute favorite blogs ever (wow, I feel like I should start clapping my hands and jumping up and down now).  Find out more about alternative barbies there. OK, that may be slightly misleading, but you should still check out the post. And the rest of Virginia’s blog.

In honor of my upcoming wedding, I want to do a series of posts about my relationship. I was sitting in the car with my rabbi yesterday, feeling stressed out. We were driving to lunch. I said, “Sometimes the marriage part itself gets buried under the wedding part.” She laughed a little. She said, “I think that’s the way it usually goes.” I said, “But I feel guilty. I want to be thinking about the marriage part a lot. These are the last couple months that I will be unmarried. I want to think about what that means.”

It’s hard to think about what that means, because there are seating charts to go over. And napkins to pick. And all of the other unrelated stuff that’s happening in my life that won’t stop just because I happened to have decided to get married.

So I want to take the time to write about why I’m getting married in the first place. It makes me stop and think. It makes me happy. It briefly distracts me from my endless nervous pacing, up and down the long hall, up and down….Kidding. There are no halls. It’s an apartment.

One more thing. I’ve referred to my fiance throughout this blog as– yeah, that: “My fiance.” Which has been annoying, because I don’t think those words when I think of him. They’re too generic. So from now on, I’m going to refer to him as “Bear.” I actually call him this, in real life. And it’s a lot more fun. So let’s see how that goes.

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We met online. The perfect beginning to the greatest love of all time, right? Who doesn’t swoon from the sheer, pure, overwhelming romance of it when you mention meeting someone online? Continue Reading »

So, special treat, Stephanie is back! Since I’m losing my mind due to the tons of things that I have to do right this very moment, I begged her to write another post. And she, taking pity on me, and also just getting tired of me crawling all over her floor, agreed. Here she is!

I have struggled in the past with worrying that I am prideful, or too vain—often in
conjunction with my writing or academic work, or during presenting in classes or
at conferences. I, as a young Christian woman who grow up in a rural, conservative
area, have internalized too many messages about the sins of pride and vanity. Continue Reading »