Seven years ago I never would have imagined myself doing what I’m doing. I actually didn’t even know it was a possibility. I was just about to enter university to study English and film studies, not really knowing what career to get into after that.
Despite being terrible at tests and not caring too much for essays (of which I wrote about 90 over the four years of university… 😐 ), I actually liked school. Attending lectures, and simply learning every day, was something I really enjoyed.
Cut to the year after graduation and I was running the campus newspaper, no closer to figuring out what to do once my year as editor-in-chief was up. I had some major soul searching to do.
I looked into so many different career paths it made my head spin. But it wasn’t until I started thinking about the why, rather than just the what, that I made huge progress.
I wanted to help people. I wanted to be creative. I wanted to have to think on my feet, to not have every day be the same. I didn’t want to sit in front of a computer screen all day, five days a week. I wanted flexibility and the opportunity to be my own boss.
So far, so good.
Then I dug a little deeper. What are my skills? My passions? What do others say I’m good at?
I knew I was getting close because I was throwing a lot of old ideas I had out the window and really getting honest with myself.
It’s so cheesy but I honestly don’t know how wedding planning finally dawned on me. But suddenly I realized that damn, I’d be really good at this.
I’ve always been obsessed with weddings, and when I thought back to when I was a young teenager helping my mom plan her wedding to my step-dad, I discovered this was the thing I felt destined to do.
Back then I was not an organized person. I was constantly losing things, I was forgetful, and I wasn’t too passionate about anything other than my computer and Slurpees. But when I got to help with my mom’s wedding, I was on top of it all for the first time ever.
I had a binder! I could barely keep track of my binders at school, but this thing I clutched to my chest like a precious artifact. I was the keeper of the binder; holder of the wedding’s most important details.
I attended vendor meetings, dress fittings, and the like. I was enthralled with the whole process.
I think what it all comes down to is seeing first-hand the person I loved more than anything be so happy. To see my mom become a bride was for realsies magical. I got to witness just how special weddings are, and understood why people put their hearts and souls into them.
I also got to see the not-so-glamorous moments of wedding planning. Meltdowns, tears, pouring rain the morning of the wedding, plan As turning into plan Bs. I was at my mom’s side through it all, acting as a moderator between her and anything that went wrong.
I was damn good at it. I’m still damn good at it.
Each time I do a wedding I am reminded that this is what I’m meant to do. I’ve never been overly confident in myself, but this is something I know with certainty I’m great at.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever feel this way about a job. But I guess that’s just it, it’s not my job. It’s my passion, my calling. And man, do I feel lucky that I get to follow that passion!