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latestarter) wrote2009-08-18 10:27 am
latestarter) wrote2009-08-18 10:27 am
Introduction
So. I always believe that first posts should be some sort of introduction, even if there's no-one reading, and I very much doubt that there is at the moment. I want to make this a public journal, but at the same time I don't want to provide too much personal information. A contradiction, I hear you cry; surely if I'm going to say anything worthwhile I will have to give away a degree of personal information. Of course, but I'm going to try and limit it to the subject at hand.
The subject at hand is, of course, the rationale for this journal. I am in my fifties and I have recently begun a journey I had (almost) given up all expectation of ever undertaking. Two months ago, my beloved asked me to marry him, and it has had the most extraordinary effect on me. Compared to my usual, practical self, I've turned into a veritable bridezilla: it's quite bizarre.
When I was young, I never had any desire to get married - it was far too conventional a thing, and I was determined not to be conventional. On reflection, it's perhaps just as well that I felt like that, as it made extricating myself from the rather horrible live-in relationship that I had at the time rather easier than it might have been had I married him. After that I dated on and off, but nothing serious until I met my beloved three years ago. And I find that as I have grown older, my attitudes have changed, grown more conservative if you like. I find that I would rather like to be married. Worse still, I find I would rather like to go through the whole girly frill fest. Go figure. So I thought I would chart my experiences, even though it's likely to be some considerable time before we do actually tie the knot, as I think there are some peculiar challenges and considerations to being an older, first time bride.
The subject at hand is, of course, the rationale for this journal. I am in my fifties and I have recently begun a journey I had (almost) given up all expectation of ever undertaking. Two months ago, my beloved asked me to marry him, and it has had the most extraordinary effect on me. Compared to my usual, practical self, I've turned into a veritable bridezilla: it's quite bizarre.
When I was young, I never had any desire to get married - it was far too conventional a thing, and I was determined not to be conventional. On reflection, it's perhaps just as well that I felt like that, as it made extricating myself from the rather horrible live-in relationship that I had at the time rather easier than it might have been had I married him. After that I dated on and off, but nothing serious until I met my beloved three years ago. And I find that as I have grown older, my attitudes have changed, grown more conservative if you like. I find that I would rather like to be married. Worse still, I find I would rather like to go through the whole girly frill fest. Go figure. So I thought I would chart my experiences, even though it's likely to be some considerable time before we do actually tie the knot, as I think there are some peculiar challenges and considerations to being an older, first time bride.
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