I’ve been conditioned to always expect the worst. I hate that. I’m slowly trying to reverse it. But this is how my mind worked when I realized, at the beginning of my vinyasa class tonight that I left a stick of incense burning in my apartment:
I may have left incense burning my apartment. OMG I SHOULD’VE CHECKED BEFORE I LEFT. But I looked at it a little while before I left and it didn’t really seemed to still be burning… EVEN STILL: MY APARTMENT MIGHT BE BURNING DOWN. I SHOULD GO CALL MY DOORMAN AND ASK HIM TO CHECK ON IT.
But I did not. I didn’t leave class. I told myself I was overreacting.
And you know what? I was. My apartment is still intact. (Incase you had any doubt.)
That Girl Allison 