One of my friends, in reference to a small gathering I hosted, recently said, “it was a nice reminder that your house doesn’t have to be done for it to feel warm and welcoming.”
Hosting is kind of scary to me. Will they like my food? Will it be awkward? Will everyone leave feeling heard and built up and encouraged? Will I make a fool of myself in some way?
I don’t know. But at least I have my wall of paintings. Perhaps that’s enough.
