For as long as I can remember I’ve had a fear of driving. I feel incredibly uncomfortable, I find the entire experience stressful and I’m a wreck by the time I arrive at the destination. I just don’t enjoy driving.
I got my licence at 19, here in South Africa the legal age is 18 but my father was quick to point out that a younger cousin got hers first (thanks dad). I went for loads of lessons and my father liked to laugh at this fact in front of his family. While I was sitting there. “Oh she is STILL going for lessons”. How hilarious. Of course I paid for each lesson – you can be assured of that fact. The one and only ‘lesson’ from my father which resulted in him shouting and me crying quickly showed the importance of a trained (i.e patient driving instructor).
So I got my licence and it has gathered dust for years. Even when hubby and I had two cars, the spare one sat like an ornament in the driveway. I had zero driving confidence.
Last night hubby insisted I drive to work this morning. So a night of very little sleep and much dread ensued and this morning I woke up feeling like just admitting defeat and putting off my fear. Again.
But I didn’t. I got in, I started the car and I drove us to work. Well to my work, hubby then swapped seats with me and drove himself to Town – but the point is I drove.
And I felt rather chuffed with myself all day. Because I’m facing a fear that has stopped me from attaining a level of independence so many people take for granted.
It has taken 14 years to acknowledge the problem but if I address it regularly it will no longer be such a huge fear.
What fear have you recently faced? How did you feel afterwards?