I love my ballet classes. I've been a bad dancer for 15 years and it has given me endless joy and fellowship.
And yet, I have not been to class in over 2 weeks.
It was JR's minor ailment, and sciatica for me one day. It was the crap with the Man another.
But last week, and today, it is simply I DON'T want to go.
All I want to do is curl up in my house, with a cat on my lap and read. And occasionally, cry.
If I didn't have work obligations, that's all I'd have done all day.
The time change, my election fears, the money worries, it's all bearing down on me.
My peak flow meter says I'm fine, but my lungs ache, and all I want to do is sleep.
Dance makes me joyful. I know if I was there I'd be happy.
But somehow, I just can't go.