On doing life and biz like YOU
On the morning I got married to sweet Sammy, I woke up nauseous. I also wasn't sure what to wear.
5 months preggo, I wasn't sure how I'd feel the day we got married, so I had nothing planned. I just woke up and threw overalls on. Sammy emerged from the bathroom in all-white splendor and I was like "WHAT!? Hang on a sec!"
I grabbed some white layers and dipped into the bathroom to get myself glammed up.
Sam didn't wanna have a "real" wedding. He felt nearly allergic to the idea of a suit and aisle and all the formality.
It just wasn't us.
I deeply wanted a ceremony, but as US.
So we ended up with a 6-person wood-wedding: Mom/Dad, Mom/Dad, photographer, and my late friend who married us (love you, Vanessa).
Despite the pressure from cultural programming/Disney/aliens to have a big expensive oh-la-la destination wedding, we followed our inner yes.
We popped on tennies and hiked down the green belt in Austin, down the the limestone river bed, and found a rock on which to be married. The photographer snapping pix as I held/ate my kale-bouquet (thanks mom!).
We read each other love notes and cried and kissed and Vanessa, instead of saying "you may now kiss the bride", as a fabulous feminist decided to flip the script and looked at me and said "you may now stick your hand in Sam's pants" I cackled and did just that, parents watching and all.
And thus, we were wed!
A month later, we had a fun Love Party (reception) and I bought $100 of buttercream icing from a luxe dessert shop and an amazing paleo box cake (#SimpleMillsForLife), it was heaven. We did a potluck and no booze, because we don't drink and potlucks are one of my favorite things.
We did it like us.
The funny thing? I've had people come up to me after the celebration tell me how good the food was and I was like ummm YOU made it???
We didn't hem my dress until I was married (preggo and again not sure how things would fit). My mom and I cracked up as I put it on and realized it was unhemmed; she grabbed scissors, I stood on a table and she started chopping. It was the perfect length.
We decided stress was not allowed for our wedding or reception. If something became stressful, we ditched it or changed it.
It was magic.
People were DOWN, too. (Shout out to our Mom's that did all the planning, Andrea for pictures, Bro and dad for music, and the list goes on...)
If people were mad that we didn't have an open bar with shitty vodka or a best man or a first dance, they never told me. Because it was SO us. (But also probably because we didn't care.)
Our marriage = our rules.
When you create organically, people respond.
This is totally the same in our biz, we think we have to do all this editing and conforming and figure-out-the-formula-for-success. But what if you already had the answers within?
What if you were already your own permission slip?
How much are you blocking your creativity, your ideal clients coming to you and your WEALTH flowing in by always editing and being what you think society wants from you?
I dare you to get yourself in regular practice of listening to what is ORGANICALLY YOU.
We want it.
Will you give it to us?
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