Redheaded Jill

I made a deal with a friend. If she would work on something that is difficult for her I would work on something that is difficult for me. The thing we chose was being KIND rather than being NICE and also working on being DIRECT.

The first thing I chose directness on was when I was asked to help with a wedding.

My friend is getting married in two weeks. It’s a small, casual affair being put on by the church. I offered to assist with some things. There were too many people involved in the food portion, so I put my foot down. Essentially I said, “I am the captain now. Nobody else. I will be in charge of food. Do. Not. Get. In. My. Way.”

I am actually quite proud of myself. It was uncomfortable to admit my frustration openly because I want to be liked. And the women I was being direct to are very nice and polite and the type of women who will always help and say YES with a smile because they are super generous and also (I assume) they were never allowed to say NO. They likely have autoimmune issues from holding in the frustration and rage over the years.

I have taken on this task, I have organized contributions of food from various people, and I plan to display things beautifully. I also plan to provide a lot of the food myself. Sourdough and baguettes, charcuterie style, and mixing up some wedding punch.

I have told a few people to back off, I have enlisted the assistance of someone I trust, and I feel good about it.

T minus… 3 days until the wedding. Pray for me.