- From an NPR interview airing yesterday on Sundance film “Kill Your Darlings,” which opens in select theaters today. This film tells the story of how three of America’s most prolific beat writers– Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs and Jack Kerouac – first met and the extraordinary adventures that took place among them while in college, years before On the Road and Naked Lunch.
I enjoyed listening to an NPR interview on the film yesterday, but especially appreciated learning the back story on the movie’s title, as depicted in this quote.
Kill your darlings. I love this phrase and plan to (try to) use it!
Are you familiar with the phrase “kill your darlings”? Have you ever used it? Have you ever heard someone else use?
This past year has been a whirlwind of action, and this little corner of my virtual life got left behind. I’m back now, hopefully.
So, what has happened this past year? Welll….
Last October, Matt and I traveled to Champaign for University of Illinois Homecoming. It was the perfect combination of college football, pre-season basketball, pumpkin spice lattes, friends, Murphy’s Pub and everything else that makes coming back to your alma mater in the heart of autumn so lovely.
But something a little unexpected happened.
As we were getting ready to leave, Matt asked if there was anything I still wanted to do before heading back to Kansas City. U of I erected a new bell tower right after we graduated, and Matt had mentioned wanting to see the tower a few times that weekend. So, I suggested we stroll over and see what the fuss was about. Shivering, we headed over.
While I was scrutinizing the dedication plaque and other historical factoids about the bell tower, Matt put his arms around me, told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, and proposed. I was shocked! And of course said “yes!” right away. I knew the proposal was coming, but really did not expect it during Homecoming weekend, but really it was so fitting that the place we met would be the place we would get engaged.
Autumn melted into winter and I took my first full week of vacation since starting my job two-and-a-half years before. Magical. I was able to celebrate Christmas with family and friends in Chicago. Matt drove up for a couple of days, and we drove to St. Louis to celebrate with his family before driving home to KC.
February brought a tragic fire in Kansas City’s upscale Plaza shopping district, immediately followed by two back-to-back blizzards. Those were the two busiest work weeks of my life, but also an experience I will not soon forget.
Springtime kicked us into gear as our wedding date grew closer. We registered. Took engagement photos. Finalized our major vendors. Tasted cake. Sampled our menu. Picked out bridesmaid dresses. And so much more.
So many delightful Saturday mornings were spent walking to the local coffee shop toting our laptops, to spend hours poring over vendors, budget spreadsheets, colors, flavors, design inspiration.
Matt was a trooper.
Summer brought wedding season, and we traveled more weekends than not: Chicago for a wedding; Chicago for a bridal shower; Central Illinois for a wedding; St. Louis for a wedding shower; Champaign for the bachelorette; etc. etc. All while trying to plan our own wedding. It was all worth it. After years away from some of our dearest high school and college friends, weddings provide the ideal time to catch up and refresh relationships, picking up exactly where we left off.
Then, there it was.
Our wedding week.
It flew by in a blur – making deadlines at work, then finishing the final touches for the wedding, picking up family and close friends from the airport. The Rehearsal Dinner and then August 31, 2013 came —- It was a beautifully hot day, but everything was perfect. And I married my best friend in the world. It’s so cliché but Matt is my best friend and – in my sincere opinion – the greatest young man I’ve ever met. We saw our best friends and family, most of whom traveled to get to our wedding, and it was just magical and wonderful.
We headed to our honeymoon in Maui – a big deal, considering the furthest west I had ever traveled was Topeka, Kan., before that. For a few days in paradise, we soaked in the sights, foods and culture of the natives.
Now, we’re back to reality and adjusting to married life. We’ve unpacked for the most part, I’m just about done changing my name (what a crazy process!), we’ve opened a joint bank account and have almost finished thank you cards.
Life is pretty good right now. :)