Life is wonderful. Life is tough. Life is stress.
I feel it in moments throughout the day. We are having the big wedding in a few weeks, and that hangs over our head like this cloud of things that need to be planned and handled. Add that to the impending novel deadline and my stress levels are skyrocketing. I intended this to be a fun and relaxed trip, but there is too much to plan and think about for it to ever really be that for longer than a few hours at a time.
But those hours are exquisite.
I live for those hours. I breathe them in like it is the only air that I get. I love when those are the things on my mind and not the drama of trying to make sure we have everything handled for everyone in our lives as though we continue to be their cruise directors. It isn’t even the wedding. That part I’m excited about. It is planning and navigating every detail of when the family arrives to ensure that they have a great experience. Isn’t it our experience that is supposed to be the one that is featured?
I’m just venting because I need it. I’ll go back to planning and cruise directing and all the things needed so these kids can say, “Yeah, it was pretty cool.” and I can be happy that such a small nod of satisfaction escaped the prison of indifference that is this generation. I’ll do it and I’ll love it, not because I want that acknowledgement from them, but because it makes my wife happy. That, after all, is what it is all about.