Update 2.15.11

In 5 weeks we leave for San Francisco, where, a couple of days later, we'll be married. It still seems surreal. I'm battling a fair chunk of anxiety as of late, which is making the process of planning an elopement 2500 miles away more difficult than it need be. I would love to be all caught up in excitement, but I can't stop my mind from spinning around the decisions that still need to be made. And the decisions I have made? I am no longer content with them. It's all silliness. The day means little in relation to the lifetime we're creating, but I'm consumed with the idea of trying to make the day amazing. I'm also unusually exhausted, which, I assume, is a slow-to-wane symptom of the flu I battled week before last. I don't know. I shouldn't even be wasting the time to track these thoughts. I should be making decisions.