Dawn's Digression.

Things have slowed down for me this week. I've taken a break from any wedding planning or house worries. Unfortunately, this gives me time to think about things. You know what happens when I have time to think...it's never a good thing. So I suppose I'm having a bit of a freak out session tonight. I haven't questioned my decision to get married since I made it. I made the decision and move on. Suddenly, I've decided it is time for me to be a spaz. Not cool. I'm going to finish my laundry, grab a book, and head to bed. This mood cannot linger.

I would like to blame the mood on Rachel. I had happy hour with her tonight. She is my conscience. I was telling her about the reception and how much it is going to cost and how I will never pay off any of my credit cards. She asked me why I was having a shin dig like that. She said she never saw me as a big wedding person. So now I'm questioning my motivation. It's true the reception is going to cost a buttload. It's true it is completely unnecessary. We want a celebration with all of our friends, though. I don't know why I am suddenly questioning myself. I think I am just pretty much scared shitless at this point.