2014, the year I turned 30 (and cried about it), has been, to be honest, pretty damn wonderful. It has been a year surrounded by friends that are family and family that are friends, laughter and pranks, wine overflowing, celebrations, and so much more.
In 2014 I used a saw and a stove top more than ever before. I built things and painted things and broke things and fixed them. I cooked and burned my cooking and fed that burnt cooking to a boy that smiled and ate it and said it was still good. I had misses and wins both in and out of the kitchen.
I saw live music: The Wood Brothers, Widespread Panic, Counting Crows, Keller Williams three times, and Larry and Jenny Keel. And I bought concert tickets to see The Avett Brothers in early 2015.
I went back to the mountains and finally found my home there – and back to the beach where I was reunited with my laugh.
I painted. All kinds of paintings for all kinds of people and I loved it. I love being surrounded by so much color and bringing happiness to others and to their homes.
I ran my fourth half marathon and then swore off running for good, only to crave my laces and the pavement off and on for the months that followed.
My nephew was born with the sweetest smile ever and even came to his first Clemson game, our (long overdue) win against USC. I think we have a new good luck charm.
I was reminded, as I oft need a reminder of, that the people that will always be there for you always are, that laughter and honesty are the key ingredients to any relationship, and that sometimes people will choose to love you or hurt you and there’s nothing you can do about it. Life is far too short to hold on to the people who aren’t holding on to you.
I found myself being constantly thankful. Thankful for people and what the people in my life mean to me on the best of days and on the worst of days and especially on the days when you are sitting in a waiting room in tears and the door opens and one by one your friends come in to be with you. Thankful for the unexpected which, really, is all life really is.
I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience. –Meryl Streep