Dear Diary - I Volunteer Bailed.

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Okay, so… I was supposed to volunteer last night. I signed up. I was all in—like, “Yes! I’m gonna be one of those women who shows up and does the good stuff.” And then... yeah. Work happened.

Not like a “meh, I could push this to tomorrow” situation. It was more like, “Oh cool, everything’s on fire and I’m the only one holding the hose.” So I canceled.

And honestly? I’ve been sitting here asking myself—could I have made it work? Maybe. If I skipped dinner and ignored my brain screaming for rest... I probably could’ve made it work.

But here’s the part that gets me: I know if I’d gone, I would’ve felt better.I always do. Being around my girlfriends? That lights me up. Even when I’m tired. Especially when I’m tired. But in the moment, I forgot that. It just felt like one more thing.

And now I'm like... ugh.I don’t want to be the girl who bails. I don’t want that to become a habit.But I also don’t want to show up all frazzled and resentful, pretending I’m fine when I’m running on fumes.

So yeah. I canceled. And I’m not beating myself up about it… but I’m also not gonna pretend it didn’t sting a little. Because I missed out on something that probably would've made my whole day better.

Just a little reminder to myself: showing up isn’t always convenient—but nine times outta ten, it’s worth it.

❤️ Rebecca