feats of the brave

getting married is like trying to tightrope walk across a vast chasm below which lies a pit of hungry snarling tigers. the minute you precariously wobble, a great growl of satisfaction echoes, as they plan to gleefully to rip you into shreds.
so a brave bride must turn a deaf ear to all the noise by turning up the volume of happy songs in her head and valiantly keep inching her way across the canyon, as the other end slowly but surely comes into sight.