As soon as I got to the location for the class, I was fine. Class was fine. All was fine. Fine! It was fine! (No, seriously, it really was fine.) So, why couldn't I convince my subconscious or whatever that it would be fine, when I knew it would be and, in fact, it was?
Bodies R Stoopid.
I rewarded myself with a Peet's coffee and life was good.
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