Team Wedding (And Why Being a Millennial Won't Stop Me)

Ah, the joys of being a millennial.

You get to live life with people calling you lazy, entitled, oblivious and overall expecting you to be the worst.

Yeah, I love to binge watch Netflix and I'm horribly addicted to Facebook and Candy Crush, and yes, I genuinely don't know anything about fax machines or how to properly mail things. But I'm talking about something more important than your general opinion of my age group as a whole.

Age discrimination is a thing, and not just for older people. I can't tell you how many times I've been called "young lady" and "sweetheart", how often I have to set aside my real work to help my co-workers with their cellphones or printers or Microsoft Word because "You're young right? You know how to do this stuff", or how often my ideas and opinions have been completely discredited because my superiors have "t-shirts older than" me. I don't want to hear you talk to me in your "dad" voice because your children are my age.

It's not that I expect to be taken seriously without the work or experience. I realize that I haven't been working for thirty years. I know that I am still green. But that doesn't mean I don't have fresh ideas or worthy ideas. It doesn't mean that I'm allowed to be silenced or excluded simply because I'm in my twenties instead of my 40s or 50s,

I've worked hard. I've worked all the way up from cleaning cheddar bay biscuits out of high chairs to where I am now, all while taking care of my family and getting a degree (that no one asks about). Do I feel like I deserve something? You're damn right I do! It's called respect. I don't want anything handed to me, I just want to be treated like an adult. I pay my bills, I figured out Obamacare, I can almost not eat hot pockets for dinner for the majority of the week! Ok, so maybe I see your point with the last one. BUT STILL.

I love work. I always have. I'm motivated by having work to go to each day, something to do and create and be proud of. I'm a workaholic who can't sleep some nights just because of a project I get to work on the following day. I judge my value in life by what I do with my days, and with that being said, it's extremely depressing for me to work in an environment where I don't feel fulfilled, appreciated, or respected. I don't want to live a life where each day is a struggle to find happiness within my work because frankly, life is just too short to be miserable.

For the sake of my sanity and my happiness, I'm about to make a big change.

It's been a tough decision to do something this drastic, and potentially insane, but with Eric and my friends and family's endless support behind me, I've decided that I am venturing out to fulfill my life's dream of owning my own business.

This January I will be launching Team Wedding, a full service wedding planning business.

It's a terrifying thing to take a chance on something like this, but I know I have the support of all you wonderful people out there who have believed in me through all my journeys.


You can check out my website and learn a little more about it by clicking here. And if you hear of someone needing a wedding planner, you can send them my way!

One Fell Swoop

Guys, I know it's been a while since I've written.

And that's because I decided it would be a good idea to get (another) dog, a house, host Christmas, and plan a wedding all during the holiday season.






Yeah, yeah. I know!


Needless to say, I think I've survived it all and come out on the other side realizing in 18 days I'll be married.





Let me fill you in on what's developed in wedding plans since we last spoke.


The plan for paying for the wedding took an unexpected turn and we found out we'd be paying for the whole thing ourselves.




Which, while super terrifying and unexpected, just meant we had to change a few details.


NBD.

(Shout out to my fiance who decided to be an engineer instead of an artist.)




Anyway, in the midst of wedding chaos we found a new addition to our family.

Cue Butterball, the worlds most precious, scraggly pup next to our Jackson.

We adore her, and even though we were fifth in line to get her...we still managed and brought her home right before Thanksgiving. 

We quickly realized that our zoo was now too large to remaining in our cool-kid loft downtown and it was time to find somewhere with a yard and real people space. 

Look at them. LOOK AT THEM. 

 So we loaded up and the week before Christmas moved into our new home, a suburb in West Knox like the classy ass people we are. Or something like that...

The next day my brother showed up to spend Christmas with us, bringing along his beautiful lady and their ADORABLE PRECIOUS PRINCESS daughter. 

We're basically BFF's already. 

We saved the world from destruction. 

Christmas was insane and wore us all out, and this past Sunday was the first moment we had to breathe since before Thanksgiving. 

There was lots of napping. 

In the quiet of our new, empty house it started hitting us that in less than a month we'd be married. In a house. With our little family. 

It wasn't a panicked realization, it was more like a calm. Like it was all coming together and we'd be starting a new adventure that we (for once) were completely ready to embark on. 

We're so ready for the next year, and for the rest of our lives.


Let's do this!