Last night I made dinner.
Like, a real dinner.
Granted, it wasn't a fancy-pants, totally impossible-to-make dinner, but it was certainly more advanced than my usual dinner attempts.
I made chicken fajitas, rice, and beans, AND it came out quite yummy, if I may say so myself. Jim threw together the marinade for the chicken, but other than that, I did the rest. It was certainly stressful, but it was fun.
My biggest issue when it comes to cooking is the timing of everything. I had to take a few minutes and really think about what my plan was before I to do anything. I don't know whether that's what everyone does, but I really had to think about it first.
In the end, everything came out quite yummy, even though at one point I was stressed because the rice was almost done, the peppers and onions were almost done, and I was running in and out between the house and the pool area, trying to make sure that the chicken wasn't burning on the grill.
After dinner, I had to rush out because I was meeting my friend (I'll just call him 'B') and a couple of his friends for drinks.
Quick side story: 'B' and I dated for a quick minute back in the summer/fall of 1995. I was working at a theatre in MA, and he was an actor. We dated for the month that he was performing there, he went back to New York and then we continued dating for a couple more months until he dumped me in early September (I think that's when it was). I remember being sad about the breakup, but I quickly realized that it was the best thing....we were both quite young and the long distance thing really made NO sense. We have remained good friends since then, and it was great to see him and catch up.
One of his friends who joined us was an actress who recently married a local guy and they're now living in MA. As it turns out, she and I know about a million of the same people, and it was so much fun talking about all the random connections we have.
We'll be friends on facebook before the day is through.
As the night went on, we were chatting and 'B' was telling me all about a difficult breakup that he just went through. I know his ex, but I and had NO idea what had gone on between them. Even though there was a lot of really awful stuff that went on between them, 'B' said that he had no ill feelings towards his ex. He only said that he wished him well and hoped that he would get some help in dealing with his many 'issues'.
This led to a discussion about karma and the idea of "what goes around comes around" (I'm a believer in this as well) which was his reason for not wishing his ex any ill-will. While we were talking about karma, 'B' mentioned that by his going through this break up he was paying his 'karmic debt' for the way that he'd treated past boyfriends.
Now - when he was saying this to me, it was clear that I was one of those past boyfriends that he was referring to. The really odd thing is that I have never once considered our break up as a 'bad' break up. From my point of view, it was just one of those things where the timing was wrong, and we were really just meant to be good friends and not anything else. Of course, the paranoid loon that I am is now thinking that there was something going on at the time that I didn't know about (was he cheating? did he think I was dumb? was I too needy?) but honestly, I don't think that's the case. He insists that I acted like more of a grown up back then (in a good way) and that's the reason that I've ended up with all the great things I have in my life today.
Speaking of great things that I have in my life today.....my husband, Jim finally came out of 'blog retirement' and wrote something on his blog.
It's such a great entry, it made me C-R-Y when I read it.
As one of my dear friends often says.... "Lucky, Lucky Me!!!"
That's all I've got for today.....what do you think about karma?
Happy Thursday. :-)