The day I was someone’s best ahem…woman.

Some of you might remember a post I wrote several months ago about a good friend asking me to be his best man (you can find it here).

Well, been there, done that, bought and wore the black dress. That answers the question I had about wearing a suit. For the other questions: No, I didn’t have to organize a stag party, and yes, I had to stand awkwardly opposed to the bridesmaids during the entire ceremony.

Now that I covered the official things, I can tell you about the fun part. I got to spent half a day with a good friend in a beautiful remote cottage, next to a waterfall, telling jokes, drinking good red wine and smoking cigars. Doesn’t it sound much better than what the bride and bridesmaids do? And I ought to know because I already were a bridesmaid a few times.

Credit: Onward James

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So....I really believe that I’m not the only person feeling this way. Like Lucius Annaeus Seneca  put it: "If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable." And that's exactly my problem...I have no idea where I want to be. I’m content in the moment, but is constantly restless about the future. I have too much of a hunger for success and fulfillment to just leave it there, but never in my life have I had a clear picture of where I want to be. Therefore I want to make life about the journey. I want to appreciate life for what it is, and not let the small things pass me by without noticing them. For the "where do I want to be?"...maybe I will find out along the way.
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2 Responses to The day I was someone’s best ahem…woman.

  1. I think you have to make life about the journey and be ready and willing to follow the path where it leads, even if you don’t know exactly where. There are surprises ahead!

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