Image via Wikipedia
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.