This morning on Facebook I learned that my friend Trish Creekmore (pictured above) lost her long, fierce battle with cancer, leaving behind a devoted husband and two school-aged girls. What a trail she blazed for them, dancing fiercely as she did with her ugly disease, managing to spin life still into something full and beautiful.
I found myself lapping up Greg and Christina's sunshine, and within a day or two of their arrival (they stayed for five days, and I never got sick of them, if that gives you a sense of how much I like these people), I starting aping their style. And goddamn if it didn't feel great.
This year I let go of my expectations for a friendship that's played a big role in my life for a looong time. This letting go of expectations is something I'd like to be able to apply to other areas of my life. It's a tall order, because my expectations are epic - both for myself and others.