My private gig was late on Sunday. Okay, my private lesson was late and then cancelled. When I received the first text requesting late, I was a little miffed, but I agreed. When it got a lot late and I was getting hungry and ready to move on with my day – well, that’s where I found myself glad that I don’t do yoga teaching for my only means of support.
When she had requested late, she hadn’t specified how late and at the really late mark I was feeling jerked around. My text to her at the hour late mark (I can’t believe I waited an hour), “Do you want to do this next week instead?” For all the things I wanted to say, I kept it simple. And nicer than I felt.
It actually really pissed me off to be hanging here waiting for somebody. And it isn’t until just now that I can see how thoughtless, how unaccepting I am of other people’s problems. I was thinking total jerk thoughts…okay, just for an hour maybe. It just goes to show me that I am no angel, I am no bodhisattva, I’m no yogini. I am just another Joesephine with an agenda. Being a yoga-meister does not make me better, or more accepting or enlightened. I’m still who I am.
And I am truly sorry she started her day off with a flat tire. It’s no way to start anyone’s day. I’m sorry she didn’t feel the need to share that with me until late. We will try again next week.