The day got off to a crappy start when I drove 15 minutes to my weekly yoga class only to find that not a soul was there. I hadn’t received any notice about it being canceled, so it was really confusing, but I had arrived just before class start time, so I waited a few minutes and then went home. Only then did I find a Facebook Reel saying it was canceled. (I don’t have Facebook on my phone because I really don’t need any more reasons to have my phone in my hand.)
I think the part that’s bumming me out is that I didn’t really feel like going in the first place—I was having to adjust my whole morning around it and wasn’t really in the mood—but I had signed up and truly felt it would be inconsiderate to just not show up. So it felt icky to me that no one even, like, put up a sign at the park or something to explain. I’m sure there was a good, urgent, last-minute reason, but I guess I’m discovering that I really hate it when people don’t follow through on their commitments.
Anyway. While my crummy mood wears off I guess I will get some work done so as to honor my own commitments? I feel like I should be reporting Whole30 Tiger Blood! every day, sorry.
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