I am out of my comfort zone; hosting a dinner at my house for some high school friends. I've known these ladies forever. They don't care what I make, where I live or what I look like. I KNOW this, but I care and I am anxious.
I left work early to buy and prep dinner, quick trip to Home Goods to find 6 matching water glasses and a search through boxes in the basement for wine glasses I've never unpacked. I wish I had nice place mats, cloth napkins, new furniture, a nicer looking garden.
My friends are coming to see me. I know it will be great, but for now whatever I do is not enough to feel satisfied.