I hosted my first BBQ for the first time this past weekend. Since I live in an apartment, I don't have outdoor space...but I found a way around it, I borrowed my sister's deck & grill. I don't know why it took me so long to even think about that solution.
I invited a handful of people, only a few showed up...but those that did are great friends and I am happy it was a nice intimate but relaxing lunch.
I prepped the food but had my friend's husband actually grill it. I don't have a lot of grill experience since I don't have one. I would probably overcook the food...I would eat it, but I don't think others would. It was so nice that he took over and I didn't have to worry.
So we all just sat and talked and a few people met for the first time.
One of the ladies mentioned that I 'have some life' as we were chatting about upcoming trips. I am usually jealous of everyone else's lives....their marriage, that they had kids 'early on', trips they've taken, stay at home, work part time, work at cool job, make a lot of money, etc. I struggle so much that I have deprived myself of any real 'fun' in a long time and now finally now - I am saying "f*ck it...time to enjoy life!" And I feel great (big change from last month) and I have things to look forward to. Part of me is happy that this lady is a little jealous of me...who would have thought.