This Sunday will be my 70th wedding. You’d think that by now I would be perfect and wouldn’t make stupid mistakes, but I did at a wedding a few weeks ago. Correction: you’d think I wouldn’t make stupid mistakes that my clients find out about (if only they knew what I quickly corrected!). I’d say about 98% of mistakes I’m able to catch before they become apparent and mess things up, but sometimes I can’t. And the weight of that mistake, (while in actuality was small to my clients, thank God) made me cry on the way home from said wedding and woke me up the next morning with that guilty feeling of “I did something bad”. Oh, and don’t even get me started on clients who were over the moon happy on their wedding day then after “reflection” send a nasty text or email about the things they disliked. That’s another blog/therapy session.
When it boils down to it, as a wedding planner, I’m the couple’s insurance policy against anything going wrong. And an insurance policy is, by definition, risky. With every wedding I do I become more seasoned about what can go wrong, how to deal with what is about to go wrong, and how to avoid it going wrong. I also learn more about human nature and mob mentality and can tell you with absolute certainty and if your guests want you to go up in chairs for the hora and the wedding planner stops them because she knows that you don’t want to, then there is going to be a riot on the dance floor. And not the good kind either.
However, the weight of weddings is the yin to the yang of the joy there is in being such an instrumental part in the celebration of a new family. The emails, calls, letters, gifts, and reviews that happy clients send my way ease the weight and help me keep on keepin’ on.
Riskily,
Riskily,
