“You know that if you get a care you have to drive it
right?”
“ There will be other cars on the road to you do realize
that?”
“You are aware that people in LA drive crazy aren’t you?”
This is just a sampling of the barrage of questions I have
been slung at me since I have decided to let people in my life know that I am
indeed looking for a car.
Yes it is that time. I have postponed it for long enough. It is time for me to
face my fear of driving in the big city.
And before you add to the onslaught of questions, let me
assure you I have been chewing on the same questions in my brain for longer
than you can imagine. And for
those of you who have asked these questions and were on the receiving end of my
snapping turtle-ness I do apologize. It was my own anxiety and insecurity calling
the shots, I’m not proud of it, but I’ve been living in this skin long enough
to know that it happens.
But it is time.
Anyone who knows me (or is familiar with this blog) knows that driving
is my biggest leviathan, my last great dragon. So this is big at least in my
little narcissistic world.
The thing is I am a firm believer in change, even when it is
painful or scary. Some of the most powerful life changing decisions I have made
in my life has been the painful scary ones. And the truth is I may decide that
I want to live in a city were mass transit is awesome and I never ever have to
drive a car. But It will be my choice not something I am forced into because of
fear. Too many of my choices of my decisions have been dictated by fear, and
quite frankly I am done.
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