I’ve been writing this post in my head for nearly two months. Two months since WE GOT ENGAGED! I’ve written some up-close and personal posts over the years but how could I possibly encapsulate the best thing that’s ever happened to me in a blog post"
I really couldn’t and, to be honest, I didn’t really want to at first. I wanted to stay completely present and bask in this most magical, beautiful time. Life isn’t happening on this screen and I didn’t want to miss a thing. But once we had told our families and friends, picked a date and started wedding planning (which we are having way too much fun doing), I STILL didn’t write this post. Why"
Because a part of me has always felt just the teensiest bit guilty about the good things that come my way. Like I don’t deserve them?even though I do. We all do. The last thing I wanted to do was shout in a public forum how flipping happy and in love I am. Who wants to hear about that" What could be more obnoxious or self-absorbed" Seriously, Elizabeth"
Welcome to my inability to receive. It’s the part of me that gets giddy as a schoolgirl and grateful to the point of tears whenever something good happens . . . until I start wondering if the Universe has made a mistake and the other shoe is inevitably about to drop. Brene Brown calls this foreboding joy. ?Joy is the most vulnerable emotion we experience,? Brown says. ?And if you cannot tolerate jo...