Last night my yoga instructor called me. I hadn't been going for a number of excuses, most good, like I was out of town, I was painting last week at the paintout, though this week I missed it because I overslept. The Yoga class is at 7 AM. It felt like I was getting a call from the high school principal. And she wasn't even calling about my missed classes, just that a new class for tonight had been cancelled. I didn't even know about it. But I still felt guilty about my missed session... see the trap guilt puts you in.
At least the class couldn't be more convenient (my obsession), it's just down the street at Ramashala.