mostly david ephgrave

I sometimes wonder if I only make arrangements to give me something else to find difficult to pull out of last-minute. Tonight’s a case in point. I was meant to go to my meditation class, which has just started up again after its half term break, but as my departure time drew closer, I began to um and ah about whether I wanted to go. I had good reason: I’m planning to attend an open mic gig in London tomorrow in hope of picking up a walk-in spot to try out some material, and because I’m meeting up with a friend during the day, I won’t have much time to prepare for it. I’d meant to do more work on my set today, but because I met up with another friend – yes, I have two - I didn’t get as much done as I’d like. I suddenly realised that if I didn’t attend the class tonight, I’d get the chance to run my set, and write this, and not feel so pressured tomorrow. The problem is, if I don’t do something I’m meant to, I feel very guilty about it. I start to...