Tonight I’m attempting a complicated maneuver. I’m taking the bus to yoga class and then grabbing an Uber at 1745 to try and get past UDub to Eastlake as close to 1800 as possible. Once there, I have volunteered to help at The Moth Story Slam. I have a costume change with me that might happen at the yoga studio, in the Uber or at the venue depending on timing and my sweat level. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to hang out for the show and maybe even go up to tell a story. The theme is The Dark Side, so you know I’ve got something for that. 

Originally, I thought the event was yesterday.  I excused myself from yoga class with an apology.  It was a mature decision to give myself the space I need to get things done.  By 4pm yesterday I was set to get on the bus for Capitol Hill and take a leisurely stroll to the venue, stopping for a late lunch somewhere on the way.  Just before leaving I check the volunteer email.  Friday.  Not Thursday.  Doh!  All gussied up with nowhere to go I wander down Queen Anne hill and grab a copy of The Stranger.  No need to waste a night off.

Now it’s Friday and I spent the morning wrestling with myself – skip yoga or be late to the event.  When I signed up for this intensive I made a commitment to myself.  I have a bad habit of letting unforeseen circumstances keep me from yoga class.  Headaches, bad traffic, cramps – there are endless stupid reasons I’ve skipped.  So this is an opportunity to break the habit and improve my practice as a whole.  For all the change and challenges I’ve faced recently, my faith in yoga has quietly and consistently grown firmer.  Missing today’s class isn’t really an option.