It really pisses me off when people take my schedule and my life for granted. I may not have a husband and I may not have any children, but I do have my own things to do. It may be my fault because I do believe that, to some extent, you teach people how to treat you and I have often been too easy to concede. Yesterday I made plans to meet up with a friend of mine, sacrificing the gym. I left my gym bag at home, so when she called mid-afternoon to cancel, I was left without plans and without my gym stuff. Instead I went home. OK, so that is not such a bad thing, but the plans were moved to brunch this morning. I cut my gym trip short this AM to rush back, skipped buying my latte because I figured I would have one at brunch, declined an invitation to meet up with another friend at Starbucks and got home only to find a message to say this friend had finished at her gym early and decided to eat at home. What the fuck? How is that ok? Why do I go through a million scheduling contortions to make space for people? In this case the rationale is that I love her and because she has had a tough three years, but I can always find a reason.
It is a sunny sunday. I have the most delicious multi-grain bread from a bakery, toasted with peanut butter, a coffee, and a green apple and the paper. Now I am going to sit and read through my newspaper. Every single page. There will be no rushing to go anywhere or do anything. I am not going to feel bad for being bitchy about it and I am not going to overcompensate by changing my plans this afternoon. I just won't.