I have found that breathing is really the key to surviving wedding planning.
The date that I wanted is impossible? Breathe and replan.
I need another bridesmaid? Breathe and call Liz. (who is awesome. Welcome!)
My ring needs to be resized and will take no longer than a week, but it's Monday and I still don't have my ring?
Breathe and be calm.
I love my ring. I am not a girl who dwells on material things, or at least I try not to. I get all of the background of diamonds. I know where they come from. I know that, even though Boy purchased my ring from a beloved family friend, that it ultimately still supports the dreaded Wedding Industrial Complex and everything evil on theknot.
But I love my ring.
Boy designed it. He picked out the center stone. He did this all on his own. He spent hours looking and thinking about what I would like.
So yes, even though I know that I am engaged even without the ring, I miss it.
It's a thing. A material thing. And I know that I'm being stupid about it, but here I am sitting at my desk, trying disparately to avoid shoving another thin mint in my mouth, ready to cry.
So I guess I'm a gollum. Damn. I've never been good at riddles.