an ode to early commitment: wedding series part one

‘Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hands long after they’ve turned to dust.’ This was something my Mother spouted on a fairly frequent basis, mainly though, when I was complaining. She’d explain to me how life wasn’t fair, how I shouldn’t expect to get anything in my favour. Then she’d delve into why I shouldn’t let that get me down.

‘You can be a harem dancer, or a good woman.’ It was her direct but gentle way of notifying me again, that, in case I got the wrong idea, things weren’t going according to my plan. I was not going to be sucessful, and now, I was destined, and strictly deserving of the life of Carol Brady–nothing more, nothing less.

‘Take it a day at a time. But most of all, find someone who makes you more happy than sad.’ The advice I try to follow. In the end, sometimes, whether you want a nine-to-five, or a gig across town, you may not be satisfied with the road you’re headed down. You may bat your eyelashes and end up in a world of trouble, or you may always take the moral high-ground and feel mundane. Instead, do, be with, trust in, fall for, whatever makes you more happy than sad.

Thanks, Mother. You’re right–maybe one day (though you’ve said I don’t deserve to wear the symbol of purity) I’ll be the one wearing the white dress, tossing the bouquet.

But maybe I’ll be the one in the corner watching all the hysterical girls grasping for what they think they want. Guess we’ll watch it play out.