I did not want to go to yoga this morning. I woke up, and I didn't want to go, and I got up and got dressed and went anyway.
Or, I started to go. I stepped out onto the landing. I pulled the locked door shut behind me. And realized I forgot my keys.
I spent the next two and a half hours waiting for two locksmiths who both lied repeatedly about how long it would take, and was finally rescued by my landlady. So at least I didn't have to spend $100 bucks getting my goddamn door open.
This? Is my life, in a nutshell.
So, I didn't go to yoga. Seven Day Challenge starts TOMORROW.