The Procrastinating Bride

346 Days. This is how long it has taken me to put this pen to paper and finally write this. 346 Days of making excuses and being busy. This blog may as well have been buried under 346 pounds of one word: Procrastination. Or distraction because even as I sat down to write this, I was distracted by someone seeking my advice. So now as I sit down to write this again, it is day 347.

But enough about making excuses because the thing about them is that they multiply and grow exponentially. This blog isn’t one about excuses. Instead it is about action and it all started with someone else’s action which in turn has sparked all these other actions that I must now take. The first action that started all of this took place on April 27th, 2018. This one man engaged in the act getting down on one knee and asking me to marry him. This in turn sparked a whole slew of actions that needed to be taken on my part. My first action was to say yes. My second action was to freak out. Freak out not because I was scared or in disbelief but freak out because I realized that I was now going to move from my comfy and cozy place of complacency to a life of action.

Let me back up to tell you a little bit about me. You may think I’m some lazy, scatterbrained, self absorbed, slacker who decided to write a blog to complain to the world about my short comings in order to get people to comment about how they can relate to me. If you were thinking that then you are absolutely right. Just kidding. Or not. Okay maybe a little. I’ll be the first to admit that I am a little bit lazy, a lot scatter brained, not at all self absorbed (I think), and definitely a slacker when it comes to things concerning me. So the freak out feeling happened because this next important action in my life: this wedding, was going to challenge everything that I admitted I was. But then again that‘s a good thing right? Life is all about growing and evolving. What better time to grow and evolve than at this very time as I am transitioning from single lady Beyonce to wife and mother of three billionaire Beyonce.

And this is why I am here on day 347 starting to put pen to paper. I thought there has to at least be one or two people who are like me freaking out about this wedding transitioning thing. Why not write some words of encouragement to you to let you know you are not alone and you are not crazy for freaking out, well not completely crazy. For you other people who will be reading, I hope you find some kind of comic relief in this or have fake pity and want to send me In and Out or Chipotle gift cards. (I will seriously take them!)

Either way if anything I hope that through this madness one person finds encouragement or a kick in the pants to start taking action in life. I knew I was now being called to a life of action when that man got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. I knew looking down at him that I had two very important actions I would have to take for the rest of my life with him: Action 1 being to actively love him each and every day and Action 2 being to actively love myself each and every day.

The way I chose to execute these actions will be different each day: today I might show my love for him by meal prepping his lunch for the week. Tomorrow it might be sending an appreciation text. Today I might actively show love to myself by painting my nails, or I may complete a Zumba class. Bottom line is the execution of the activity might change but the essence behind the activity won’t change which is love. These two actions go hand and hand because I can’t love him without first loving myself. When I show love to him I am also loving myself because we will now be one.

My challenge to you is to really sit down and think about the actions that you are going to take. What actions can you pinpoint that will help you in your transition, whatever you may be transitioning from. This life sort of boils down to action: the ones we take and the ones we do not. Which one of these two will define your life?