I forgot how much I enjoy cooking, and not throwing food into a crock pot. I know chicken fajitas is still simple, but there is a pleasure in the act of cooking good food.
I think I stopped cooking because it was easy to make excuses that I was too busy. At the time my marriage wasn't going well and I'd rather not put in the effort. Then he left and I was alone, and cooking for one can be depressing. But tonight I cooked for one, and I found comfort in cooking healthy for myself, and I have leftovers for tomorrow night at work. Yeah! I'm going to have to cook for myself more. Even if it's just for the simple pleasure of creating something wonderful.