wedding on the brain

I have what is known as an obsessive personality. When I focus in on something, it becomes all consuming until either I conquer it, or it conquers me. If I were ever to start drinking, I am sure that I would become an alcoholic in about 2.5 seconds. I am just that way. Right now I am a wedding-holic. I am thinking about it for roughly 90% of my day. Not that I am neglecting my other work, (as I sit here typing a blog while I should be working. *smirk*) but I am just doing them with only half my brain as the other half thinks about flowers and decorations, bouquets and boutonnieres, shoes and slips. I wake up in the morning and start thinking about what I need to do and what I have forgotten to do (Dang it! I still need to get to Hancock Fabrics!) and what I need to have someone else do. I worry about the tiny little details and the huge events. I have wedding on the brain all the time. I wake up in the middle of the night when I have an epiphany about something I have been struggling with. I find myself staring off into space when I should be getting ready in the morning. All of this thought and worry and planning will come down to about two weeks of my life and then it will be over and I will go into post-planning depression. Scotland will not know what to do with the listless, lazy person that will replace the super motivated, highly scheduled person that I am now. I will rest for a while, and then something else will catch my attention and I will focus and obsess over a new project in a mania of productivity. Thus is the cycle of my life.