Say hello to the new weekly column! Who’s excited to get some weekly updates on life?
1. I have a wedding venue!
My now-fiancé and I got engaged on August 2 in a beautifully romantic proposal on the beach up in cottage country. (Want the full story? Convince me in the comments!)
On August 5, I decided to go dress shopping, so I loaded up my mom and sister into the car and we drove to a total of four different dress stores, trying on about 20 dresses until I found the PERFECT one.
And now everyone is laughing at me because within the span of a few weeks, I’ve picked out the dress, the venue, the invitations, the theme colours, the ceremony site and made a Save the Date design! Is it time to switch careers to wedding planner? Maybe so.
If y’all need help, I’m offering my planning expertise free of charge, for now, until I’m in high demand and can charge thousands for this stuff.
2. I just can’t with the Instagram stories.
OK, so Instagram (one of my favourite apps of all time, not that apps have been around for that long) did something that I’m not sure how I feel about. Have you checked out the Instagram stories? It’s a completely obvious effort to copy Snapchat – so similar, in fact, that half my friends who are posting them literally just post a selfie and their Snapchat username in the text.
Call me old-fashioned, but I like my Snapchat for on-the-fly photos and videos, and Instagram for the filtered, unrealistic portions of life that live on forever.
I did read an interesting article today about how, eventually, the theory is that one social platform will rule them all, offering live video, Snapchat-esque photos, news, etc., and their bet’s on Facebook. What do you think?
3. Learn to dance in the rain.
Want me to get all philosophical? Too bad, I’m going to. You know when something regular happens in your life and then you just think about it for a while and it turns into this massive epiphany and you learn that you’ve been living like a lost soul all this time?
I left work yesterday and the sky was getting dark. Like I’m talking Apocalyptic dark with a ton of clouds (please forgive me if the Apocalypse is not actually dark… haven’t read that part of the Bible in a while). And I left home not thinking anything of it, rode the subway underground forever and when I reached my stop, I got upstairs and then I saw it.
The heavens had opened and water was pouring down like no one’s business. I stood in the subway platform for a while trying to work up some courage to venture into the storm, making eye contact with similar subway-goers who were also looking into the distance with disdain. (And no, I didn’t have an umbrella. Adulting is hard.)
So I stepped out from under the roof. I was instantly soaked. The mass amounts of water poured through my jeans. A layer of water formed between my feet and sandals so I started slipping all over the place like a penguin, but I couldn’t take off my shoes because this is Toronto and who knows what’s on the ground, even when forces of nature are washing it.
And I walked and walked for around six minutes back to my house. And I appreciated the rain. It felt cool to be drenched and have my makeup seep off and my face start dripping and my clothes get slick and to remember that this is a blessing because I wouldn’t have to water my plants.
I honestly don’t know where I was going with this philosophical point, but feel free to continue it and leave your lessons in the comments. Or write your own blog post with a better philosophical message, because this is a cutthroat, competitive industry.
Side note: It stopped raining 10 minutes after I got home.
Until next time…
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