having a friend over for lunch

My childhood was spent with my dysfunctional family that left more than a few emotional scars. One of those scars shows up in that I rarely have people over to my apartment and am even less likely to have them over for a meal.

Today my friend Angie came to visit and hang out for a bit. We were both hungry and so I made lunch. The lunch was a delicious meal of rib-eye steaks, shrimp, asparagus and Texas toast. It went well.

I am grateful for the progress I have made in dealing with the unresolved emotional debris leftover from my childhood. My emotional equilibrium is a lot more stable than how it used to be.