Making space for visitors

Tales of being a visitor at work, sporting events, and weekend fiestas

I went to a yoga class yesterday, choosing a gym further from my house, because I like a particular instructor’s style. When I walked in the studio, I saw the dreaded.

A substitute. Ugh.

Immediately, my thought was whether I could gracefully leave without it being obvious. But I was already there, so I stayed, and my dedication for the class was giving pe…