by Maggie Sutton
This past Labor Day weekend, my life changed. My significant other of four and a half years - my best friend, asked me to marry him. I said, “Yes,” along with a lot of ugly crying. From that day forward, my life will be completely different.
Coming back to graduate school, after such an exciting event, felt a little like being in outer space. (I have never been to outer space, but this is how I imagine it feels.) I could see everyone around me, talking about their day, making plans for the football game that weekend. I, however, was still floating around in the air, and unable to participate in these conversations. As much as I tried to get back to Earth, all I had to do was glance down at my sparkly new ring, and I would be shot back to space again.
Now, more than anything, this semester for me is about balance. There is no point in trying to regain some since of normalcy after this wonderful occasion; it’s just not going to happen. I do, however, have to keep myself in check. I still have to finish out strong in my academics, check off my to-lists at my assistantship, and take care of my friends in my cohort who don’t necessarily want to hear every detail about this great layout for Save-the-Dates I stumbled upon. They have been there to listen to me, now I need to be there to listen for them. I have to take care of my fiancé, too. Because we are in a long distance relationship, every conversation from here on out can’t be wedding related. I have to remember that the wedding is an event, but I’m marrying the man on the other end of the phone.
So, yes, I’m engaged to be married to my best friend, but I also have to remain engaged in the rest of my S.A. grad life. I can’t guarantee that I won’t use the hashtag #SPHEBride once or twice, but I will do my best to take care of myself, my loved ones, and my responsibilities without getting too lost in the sound of wedding bells.