Every Friday I take a kick ass Pilates class - trying my best to never miss it. It's been a constant in my life for awhile and while I have both love and dread relationship with it, the good outweighs the pain in the end.
Today I raced to class, set up my mat, and a sub walked in. I'd taken her class before and it wasn't what I was looking forward to. Before I even had time to process what to do, I left.
Grabbed my bag and skedaddled.
I didn't want to hurt her feelings so I slipped out as she walked past.
I then wandered over to my yoga studio, took an hour and a half class, got to hear a stunning version of Little Wing, and dissolved into one of the best shivasanas ever.
A delightful outcome.
Not getting caught up in expectations or disappointment.
Good lesson to hold onto.