It’s the one day when everything usually flows in abundance.
Food. Drinks. Love. Happiness. Celebration. Dancing. Party.
Endorphins flow freely, and we feel love for the entire world… and the whole world loves us back.
It’s a wonderful beginning of the rest of our life. The beginning of marriage. The beginning of a new family.
The long-lost soul mates are finally reunited. We might be the polar opposites, but on that day, it just doesn’t matter. I see clearly how perfectly we complement each other. How perfectly suited we are to complete each other. Effortlessly we fill out each others gaps. Nothing is impossible, no mountain too high, no ocean too wide, no obstacle too great.
It’s a glorious feeling that boosts our high hopes and even higher expectations...
The feeling, though, is not reserved for just the wedding day.
It happens every time we experience a transition.
A new baby.
The new brings promise of a desired future and all the accompanying emotions that go with it.
But, those rarely last. Sooner or later we are faced with emotionally depleted reality.
They ran out of wine.
Most of us find the beginning of the matter easier than the end. We love the fresh start. Clean slate. The excitement of novelty.
But when the novelty wears off, the fresh becomes a bit …old, a bit stale… when the slate gets spills and splatters, dings and dents… when the bloom becomes wilted...what do you do?