Keeping this post devoid of clichés is going to be rough. It seems all I’ve heard for the last 12 months are one-liners from motivational posters:
All in due time.
Keep your head up.
When it’s meant to be, it will be.
By every measure, 2014 was a hard year. We lost family members and family friends, our careers were in constant flux and, after two miscarriages, are ending the year without the child we thought we would have.
I’ve spent more time than I would like to admit feeling sorry for myself, and I don’t want to start 2015 with that same mindset. So, for sake of argument (and my sanity), let’s focus on the good stuff and send 2014 off right.
We ate at some of the best restaurants in the city, drank silly amounts of local beer, saw a play (my first!) at a local theater and even made our first trip to Churchill Downs.
We went on multiple fantastic family vacations, including a trip to Las Vegas, Fourth of July at Lake Cumberland and a long weekend in Gatlinburg.
We rocked out at several concerts, ranging from Lionel Ritchie (yes, it’s true) to Panic! at the Disco, and were even upgraded to VIP for free at Bunbury Music Festival.
We traveled to see friends, had friends come to see us and spent countless hours reliving the reasons why we’re all so close no matter how far apart we are.
We got to meet our new niece Brynn, who is as adorable and sweet as can be, and watched our nephew Lincoln develop his growing personality, cracking us up and melting our hearts along the way.
So yes, in 2014, we spent a lot of time grieving, but a lot of time celebrating, too. If you had asked me a year ago today what I was most looking forward to in 2014, I would have said, without a doubt, starting a family.
Turns out that’s what I’m looking forward to in 2015, but you know, 2014 wasn’t too shabby either.
All’s well that ends well, they say.
Damn. I guess one cliché snuck in after all.
Oh well. Bring on the new year.