Anxiety used to paralyze me.
For many years, I allowed it to set my table and sit head of seat.
I would have anger prepare the cuisine, with recipes straight from regrets book of suffering.
Resentment help make the dessert and coffee, both made from sadness; bitter sweet.
I never could get through a dinner without a toast full of depression and self defeat.
But after rearranging the seating with grace and care, there is only one chair and I sit there.
Thanks to self- worth I changed the service and entrees to be prepared.
I loaded them with joy, peace and love, and plenty to share.
I now make a toast with hope, to endless meals.
with happiness as the host.

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