Yesterday was my first wedding officiated on my own. It was my sister and her husband's vow renewal. I was SO scared Friday night that I flew right into a nasty panic attack and had to give in and take some medication for it.
Yesterday before the wedding I was so amped I was running around in circles, my thoughts were doing the same. I was trying to get ready AND get my altar things together for the ceremony. They (she) chose a Pagan handfasting wedding instead and I was determined to have everything ready so the wedding was perfect.
I made it all the way through the ceremony until the last two sentences before I started crying. I'm proud of myself for getting through it that well. I was afraid I would have started sooner. I got a few compliments for my part. That made me feel like an actual Priestess rather than some goober trying to perform a ceremony she isn't qualified to perform any ceremony.
I was honored to be asked to officiate their ceremony.
