It’s been 100 days since I said yes to the love of my life. That’s 100 days of NOT planning a wedding! I’ve been up to my eyeballs with work and have only really just had some time to look at venues and date possibilities. I considered hiring a planner (and would still hire one) but for the time being I’m going to organise as much as I can.
The real question, is will I blog my wedding planning adventure? Let’s say yes for now… I will update as often as possible. I don’t know who reads this but whatever, it’s a good outlet for me because no doubt planning a wedding is going to be very frustrating.
So far, I have a list of venues to enquire about and then organise visits for. G and I have decided to look at venues down south in Jervis Bay – a place which I have grown very fond of since he took me there for my birthday the first year we started dating. We’re hoping to head back down there at the end of the year for Christmas and New Years and squeeze in visits with potential venues. I guess you could class our wedding as a destination wedding. That means we’ll need to look at a venue that also includes accommodation – for some, if not all our guests.
I have a Pinterest board for all things wedding related, because as someone said today – are you even a bride if you don’t have a wedding Pinterest board? Of course everything is organised into subcategories because I’m a little OCD like that. So while I haven’t been planning too much, I have been pinning things that I like or feel inspired by.
As I research venues and vendors and pin a million things to my Pinterest board, I’m also preparing for my birthday (yay!) though I don’t have too much planned. A dinner with G, a high tea date with N and of course Diner en Blanc because my birthday wouldn’t be complete if I don’t go. Hahaha!
It’s been a slow start to the planning stage and even though we may not get married until 2021, I want to be prepared. Those that know me, know that I like to be as organised as much as possible. Time will definitely fly and before I know it, it’ll be time for a wedding!
So for now, I leave on an end note. If you have any tips, tricks, advise or suggestions on how to plan, what to look out for and also how to stay calm, please feel free to leave a comment!
The last 7 months have been craaaaaaaaaaazy to say the least. I have been on a plane about 29 times, flying out of Sydney, around Australia and back into Sydney, I’ve managed to get myself sick and nursed an annoying cough for almost 3 months, G and I celebrated two years of dating, I then get super sick (again) while attending a work mid year conference, which was just before a well deserved weekend away with my love. Hmm, there was something else I needed to mention but I forgot. I’m sure I’ll tell you when I remember it! But let’s talk about my weekend away.
Thursday the 4th of July: I’d gotten home early from the mid year conference so I could get myself to the doctor and make sure that I wasn’t infected with a horrible illness. Luckily, my self diagnosis via Dr. Google was spot on, and my illness was minor. I was beginning to fret that my weekend away to Nelson Bay with G was going to be cancelled and I was going to have to resort to chicken soup, the couch and Netflix. I mean, not a bad idea given the dreadful weather we had experienced but I was in need a break away from the general area of home and work.
Friday the 5th of July: We’d packed our bags, loaded up the car and made our way past the Central Coast to the Hunter Region suburb of Nelson Bay, smack bang in the middle of Port Stephens. We had rented an AirBnB apartment not too far from the main beach and to be honest, I didn’t care if we stayed in all weekend, I was just happy to be somewhere OTHER than Sydney. A little break from reality is good for the soul.
We headed out for a walk on Friday afternoon and watched the sunset at Little Beach accompanied by a squadron of pelicans, before heading back to Dominos to pick up dinner. Ha! Even a coastal getaway wasn’t enough to keep us away from our beloved Dominos!
Saturday the 6th of July: After a good night’s rest, we woke up and walked down to “The Little Nel”, a quaint little cafe and restaurant in the heart of Nelson Bay where we tucked into a seriously delicious brunch. We walked back to our AirBnB to get the car and headed up to Gan Gan Lookout. We had originally planned to walk the Tomaree Summit Walk so we could check out the amazing 360 view from the lookout there but I wasn’t feeling 100%. So we opted for a different lookout which still had a pretty amazing view.
We headed over to Salamander Bay shops to get some bits and pieces for a little picnic on the beach to watch the sunset. Of course the weather wasn’t really in our favour when we left the AirBnB in the afternoon. It had started raining as we got in the car but we were still determined to go watch the sunset even if we had to have our picnic in the car!
We drove down to Little Nelson Bay, which sits between Nelson Bay and Little Beach, and waited as the rain was starting to ease. 10 mins later it had stopped so we decided to jump out and go for a walk before we found a spot to pull out our deconstructed cheeseboard and camping chairs. We took the umbrella out with us as well, just in case it started to rain again. We walked up to the wharf where some locals were fishing, and where the ferries pulled into, then we walked back towards the car, listened to seagulls have a go at the pelicans along the beach before stopping at the rocks near the Fly Point Aquatic Reserve. G asked me to face the water and not turn around until he said so. I was thinking… what’s this guy up to? He’s either going to be artistic and take a staged “natural” photo of me just standing on the beach staring into the distance as the sun peaked through the clouds, or he’s going to draw a penis in the sand.
Oh… that’s what I was meant to tell you earlier… We got engaged! That’s right…At this point, G asked me to turn around and walk towards him where I instantly saw “Will you marry me?” written in the sand.
Before G even had the chance to get down on one knee and pull the ring out to actually propose, I’d started crying and running towards him. G put his hand up and said something along the lines of “Wait, back up! Just let me do this!” So I stopped running, but the ugly crying began, but how could I not? I was being proposed to! G got down on one knee, took hold of my hand and through teary eyes told me how he felt an instant connection from the first time we started talking, how he’d fallen in love with me more and more each day. As G asked me to marry him, he pulled out the most beautiful and most perfect diamond ring from his pocket; a ring that was so much more beautiful than my dream ring or any ring that I had tried on during my research period, (that’s for another day, another blog update!)
My answer, was always going to be a yes (or ‘yasssssssss’ in this case) and as I gave G my yes, nodded profusely and ugly cried simultaneously, he placed on my finger, instantly triggering more tears to flow. It was perfect; the moment, the day, the weekend, everything was perfect.
Sunday the 7th of July: We woke up, cleaned, packed, had brunch and went home. Hehehe! 🤣
Back to the real reason I’m writing this post, the proposal. It was the most perfect moment between G and I, and something I’ll never forget. I knew that G was going to propose but I didn’t think it’d be that weekend. But I was unbelievably happy. And what made it really special was the fact that he had called my mum a few days before, to ask for her blessing. What a guy!
Of course any normal person would have thought “okay, guy says don’t turn around until he says… he’s getting ready to propose.” Look I won’t lie, I did have a passing thought that it would be the case, but I’d told myself early on… much much early on, “don’t get your hopes up because if it doesn’t happen when you think it will, you’ll be disappointed.” So I put it to the back of my mind and told myself that I just needed to rest, get better and enjoy the long weekend with him. And I did… but I also became engaged! *waves around her hand so the ring sparkles*💍
Who would have thought that I’d snag my perfect man and be a soon-to-be-Mrs? Definitely not me! But G makes me the happiest I’ve ever been; even if I didn’t have this stunning ring on my finger, I would still be happy. Knowing that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me though, just blows me away. I’m not perfect and I know that G would say that he’s not perfect either, but we’re perfect for each other.
I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you G, but I love you forever. I am the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like you beside me and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you!
Enough of that, here’s the ring again in all it’s glittering glory! 🤭
Now… time to plan a wedding… see you in another 6 months or so?
One year ago, I had a conversation with this guy… it went like this:
Me: So uh, how would you introduce me to your friends? Him: As my girlfriend? Me: So you’re my boyfriend? Him: I hope so!
And we now live happily ever after.
Kidding… it’s still only the beginning!
Happy first anniversary my love; I don’t know how you’ve been able to put up with me for an ENTIRE YEAR but you’ve done very well. I’d give you a medal but I don’t have any so a shout out on my website will have to do!
I love you with all my heart! I’m looking forward to many more years with you!
Being single in your 30s… it’s not easy. I’m not saying that being single at any other age isn’t easy either, but I’m at that stage in my life where I don’t have time to mess around, or play games. I don’t have the energy to go through bullshit, heartbreak and nonsense. I’m happy being on my own if no one wants to be by my side, respect and love me the way I believe we both should be respected and loved.
I spent the last two years with a wall up, for good reasons too. I had wasted enough time focusing on someone else’s needs other than my own and I felt that it was time to put the focus back on me for once. My last relationship was a long one, and during that time I’d made many sacrifices. We both did, but my sacrifices cost me part of my sanity, part of my identity, and part of my self worth. Since then I’d accepted that a relationship may not be something I’m destined to have, not to say that I’d rule it out completely. I’m very open to it; if an amazing guy comes along, sweeps me off my feet and makes me feel loved, adored and respected, then I would welcome the opportunity and embrace it.
Late last year, I’d worked up the courage (thanks to a friend of mine) to put myself out there. By that, I mean sign up to an online dating site/app. It’s a daunting experience for me; I’m clueless in selling myself (I mean I’m no sales woman and I’m really bad at job interviews), I have no idea what to say to guys anymore, and I feel like maybe I’ll just make a dick of myself. To be quite honest, I’ve probably already made a fool of myself with the guys that I have talked to and met.
It’s hard to tell what a guy’s intentions are these days, especially when you barely know them. I’ve come across a few guys who are too eager, or too keen and that scares me. I’m a little old fashioned when it comes to relationships and that’s probably because it’s been a long time since I’ve dated. I meet people with the intention of forming a bond with them, a friendship at least. If a relationship forms, then so be it, and if that leads to a life long commitment then so be it too. It has to feel right from both sides; sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t.
Meeting new people and making friends is relatively easy for me. I would consider myself friendly and outgoing and I’ll talk to just about anyone. What I find difficult though, is detachment. I feel that if I get along with someone really well (or if I think I do), then I can get easily attached to them. That’s not to say I’m clingy, it just means that I can put more attention and focus on that person than anything else. And it kind sucks because most often, it’ll just be one sided. Then I get anxious; worried that maybe I am being clingy and that probably makes it even worse.
Like most people, I hate disappointment. So I try to avoid situations where there is even a slight chance of ending up disappointed. Unfortunately that includes dating. I mean, no one wants to feel disappointed when it comes to love. That’s why my walls have stayed up. I guess at some point though, they need to come down a little otherwise I’ll be shut out from everyone.
Being single in your 30s… it’s bloody hard, and from my experiences over the last few months, I’m very rusty when it comes to dating. I’m far from perfect and I will no doubt lose my footing but we all go through it; maybe just at different ages.
Maybe I’ll find my prince charming, or maybe not. That’s totally cool, because at the end of the day I can happily say that I’m okay with being on my own.