Driving... Me Crazy

I am not a good driver. I'm pretty sure there are those out there who are born to drive and those who are not. There are a lot of people who would like to consider themselves in the first category, even though they belong in the last. I'm honest. I'm no good!

Chris and I drove to Boston yesterday for a job interview. He was the interviewee so actually I drove. I hated every minute of it. Driving on the highway is like being on a roller coaster. I'm hurtling forward down the highway, cars in front, in back and to the side. I've got to maintain speed to keep up, I can slow down but I cannot stop mid ride and just get off. I'm trapped.

In addition, it is mentally draining. I need to pay constant attention because, surely, many of my fellow drivers are, just like me, not really meant to be driving. Any mistake, even the blink of an eye, could truly mean my own demise. I don't trust anyone on the road.

Needless to say, we made it there and I did not drive on the way back to Rhode Island.

I try to view things like this as experiences that make me stronger and braver. A face your fears kind of attitude. I've been a driver since I was sixteen. I've looked this particular fear in the face many times. I'd like to think that, even though driving doesn't get any easier, every time I choose to drive rather than not to drive I gather a little bit of courage that I can use somewhere else down the road of life.