Survive

What's important to me?  I keep asking that question.  People being comfortable matters to me.  A lot.  Laughing.  Relaxing.  Having fun.  Seeing my kid smile...all the way up to his eyes.  I don't really care if my house is a show place.  I don't really care if everyone loves my menu.  I don't even care if the party is the talk of all.  I just care that each individual that comes feels welcome. At home.  Cared about.  That the food is satisfying.  Maybe fun.  I care that people are able to relax.  And laugh.  And find a place to be comfortable. I care.  A lot.
And for years I couldn't rest and let people enjoy.  I had to push.  But, when I wouldn't, when I would stick to how I wanted it to be....I was ridiculed.  By his mom.  By his family.  By him.  And it hurt.  Because I care about people.
What's important?  That is what I need to focus upon.
blessings.