My back is out. Too much dancing yesterday at the majestic wedding of a family friend. As the official witness to the marriage contract, I was within inches of the bride and groom when they exchanged rings. “With this ring, you become holy to me,” they each said. The moment pierced my soul, as this couple formed what looks to be a perfect union.
But weddings are tough. They bring up a special mix of highs and lows – from overflowing joy for the triumph of love, to the demon question: why have I been excluded from this most natural human act?
By the time I got ready for bed last night, I was draped in self-pity. Yes, I had worn the perfect dress, shoes and purse (which totally helped, by the way) and sat next to a dear friend at dinner. But nothing could save me from the ritual bouquet toss. (Let’s toss that ritual overboard.)
Then I remembered what I posted last week, 7 Ways to Dig Yourself Out of a Bad Mood [1]. Maybe it was time to follow my own advice. I started with #4, practicing gratitude. I gave up quickly, as it provided no relief. I moved to #6, this too shall pass, trying to recall a happier time when I felt triumphant in love. That didn’t work either. So I went to my last resort, #7. Get comfortable being uncomfortable. That’s the best I could muster before reaching for the covers.
This morning, I woke up with a better attitude. There’s nothing like a good night sleep, and some distance from the nuptials. And speaking of gratitude, last night I should have been grateful for a pain free back. Considering how hobbled I feel right now, that sounds like ecstasy.
(Photo: Mia Weinsieder)