I shot my first ever wedding by myself yesterday (!!!) and arrived a little early so I had some time to get familiar with the space. It was located on a horse farm, and as I was walking around this guy tried to land on my face. A last-minute decision sent him (her?) to the table instead where he hung out for over an hour. The Maid of Honor kept trying to shoo him away so they could finish setting up, but he'd go into attack stance and charge her hand.
So little, so fierce. Maybe I need to charge the things that feel bigger than me more often and earn the respect to hold my ground.