I missed my pottery class, AGAIN!

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Yesterday I was to go to my pottery class and I really did intend to go.  My niece is having a bit of a crisis right now and I got tied up talking to her on the phone.  Then my youngest daughter called and wanted to know what was going on with her cousin.  By the time I got off the phone, I was going to be late--but I got in the car and started driving to class anyway.  Halfway there, I realized that I had forgotten to pick up the DVD I needed to return to my friend, Andy, at class.  Oh well, there is always next week.

So I finally got there and was 45 minutes late.  As I got out of the car, I realized that I had also forgotten my towel, apron and tools.  Great!  At that point, I decided that someone was telling me not to go to class.  I got back into my car and went home. 

I really like this class even though I am no good at it.  I want to learn how to do this, so what is the problem?  I really don't know.  I love playing in mud and making mud pies, so that's not it.  I know I am not good at this, but I am learning and that's okay.  I don't know what the deal is.

Next week I will make myself go.  I will have to figure out what my problem is and deal with it.  In the meantime, I will work on my pictures and try to finish one of them.