I've given up my evening class. Probably for good.
It was what I wanted. It opens up space and time for new, equally important things. It was what I wanted, and I talked it over with some good friends.
The morning after our last class, I woke up with hives and a sore throat. The next night, the nightmares started.
It's foolishness, of course. Sheer egomania.
It was what I wanted.