It is ok to laugh.

For those of you who don’t know, I am a graphic designer and I work for a small town newspaper in Upstate New York. Two weeks after I was left at the altar our spring/summer bridal guide went to press. Before the wedding I was so excited to lay out the pages. Fast forward to the aftermath of the most emotional two weeks of my life and I was simply trying to put the pages together without actually looking at them.

Today at work we started talking about our fall/winter bridal guide that coincides with a bridal show. A little over four months later am still not overly excited to be immersed in wedding talk, but like all things I know I will survive. I made a joke to a co-worker today that I promise to not be left at the altar two weeks before this publication goes to press. I told her it was ok to laugh, after all the irony of the situation was not lost on me.

It is strange when things line up and you are forced to face your worst fears when the pain that caused them is so fresh. Sometimes it is the best way to begin healing. My fears have changed because of what happened, but I am also getting much better at facing them as they arise. I am still working my way through to understanding, but I am beginning to feel like the pieces are coming together. It is nice to know how strong I have become.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.