There is officially one month left until my best day ever! Literally 31 days. I'm so excited to reach that day. And yet, there's still so much I want to do. While I know I plan to be (and think I will be) completely relaxed and enjoy the day, I'm a little jumpy with my mind always busy. While I'm at work, I stress slightly about all that I need to get done at home or doing errands. While I'm doing errands, I slightly stress about wanting to spend time with my fiance or family or friends instead. When I'm with my fiance, or family, or friends, I slightly stress about whether I can multitask with them there and if that still counts as quality time. I slightly stress about trying to sleep enough so that I'm more patient, etc., yet I try to fit in as much as I can before I have to get in bed. It's so weird feeling.