Wait, Do I Hate Hosting Now?

It's not the space. It's the energy.

Don’t share this with any home decor magazines because I’d be out of a small but essential revenue stream for my small business and family, but I cringe at the idea of hosting these days. 

It’s not our space— I designed it with hosting in mind.
It’s not the people— I (generally) love people.
It’s not the food— Adam always concocts something tasty.

It’s the energy. 
(Not the atmosphere. I mean my energy. I just don’t have enough of it.)

This week I checked into the hospital for a surgery that was intended to alleviate some physical problems I’ve been experiencing in recent years.