There is a certain lifestyle, and atmosphere that is perceived in our society of wedding planners, and the 'oh so glamorous' life that comes with this very sexy, very trendy career. They strut their stuff around on reality TV, controlling, ‘coordinating’ everything including an over bearing bitch of a bride that reacts just as intensely to the slightly off-hue of the lilac sashes as one might react to the Iranian pilgrims being killed in Iraq.
This wedding planner, apparently, has super human powers. And the poor bride, apparently has developed a mental disorder that will soon lead to a WW3 style melt down. In turn, it leaves oh so loyal bridesmaids smiling politely through their thoughts of, “How did this crack-pot land a husband and I can’t go on a date that doesn’t result in me running the other way wondering why the hell I started dating again in the first place’. That alongside the wedding planner cursing the effin bimbo that somehow used her wedding planner super powers to mind-fuck you into actually believing that this job was, glamorous.
Its 10:30 at night, and for a wedding planner, this is a really good time to really dig into the nitty gritty of her O.C.D. And for myself, fundraiser by day, and wedding planner by night, 1:30am would also be a great time to work on the wedding business. I’m exhausted. I’ve had meetings every night this week, and my days are a by-product of the production schedule of my life. It’s a detailed timeline of tasks and to-do’s where fun is scheduled, and seemingly ridiculous tasks that one would normally sub consciously do..they go in there as well. My excel template actually remembers the phrases “6PM meeting in Kensington”, and “Meet with caterers”...because it’s a staple in my production schedule of life.
My excel spreadsheet is bored of the timeline that is my life.
That’s really fantastic.
What keeps me going then? What is the motivation and drive behind this deceiving, lonely and mis-understood career choice? Perhaps the freedom of choosing your own hours? Well, these days, the production schedule chooses my hours, so really you can conclude that your clients choose your hours. Another woman’s need to schedule a wine tasting on a Friday night, determines, or solidifies my lack of a social life. Or what is it?
I should really tell you the answer to this on the day of my next wedding, during the dance, when I’ve sat down for the first time in 14 hours, and seen clearly for the first time in real life, the product of the late nights, the biting your tongue, the polite and smiley banter, the justifying everything, the twittering late at night, just because you know other wedding planners are up that late, looking for someone who understands. It’s lonely, and I’m just tired.
But really, I know it’s worth it, I might not understand why or how most days, but that nagging voice, and a very inspiring blog of a miss Melanie Jones, keeps reminding me, that you just don’t give up, you just don’t ever stop when you really want something.
Following your dreams would not have the same impact if it we’re easy. There’s something to be said about having to fight really really hard for something, and having to really visualize what life will be like when you’ve finally ‘made it’. Whatever ‘making it’ is. The Secret would kick my ass right now, for not truly understanding that I have already made it. Life’s a journey, and part of following your dreams is understanding that everything you have right now, is something to be grateful for.
This blog started out as a rant about how Reality TV has completely shattered any real meaning behind the wedding, with a valentines-day-esque attachment to publicity and marketing gimmicks.
Now I’m apparently ending with a bit of The Secret Inspiration. Everything you see in your life you created with your thoughts. What did Ghandi say...be the change you want to see in the world...
Yep, quoting Ghandi..if that doesn’t scream bed-time I don’t know what does.
Apologies for the random a.d.d and tired plutherer of material above.
L
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