Man up Alaina!
I do not think I have ever blogged about my fear of driving. This is surprising since I have been blogging for a while, and my fear of driving is a notable personality fault worthy of comment.
Ok, so I don't drive. I have a license, but I have driven exactly this many times in the 10 years since I got my license:
1. Derek got drunk on his birthday in 1999.
2. Derek took me to practice in Breezy in 2000.
3. I drove to Fairway with Derek in 2005.
4. I drove to Fairway with Derek in 2006.
5. Derek got drunk on his birthday in 2007.
6. I drove to Shoprite with Derek in January 2009.
7. I drove to Shoprite with Derek in February 2009.
So basically unless Derek is drunk or I need to go to the grocery store I don't drove.
Now that Derek is hoobling around on crutches with a broken ankle it has occurred to me that I should "man up" and drive. I could drive Ruby and I around. I can run errands. I can schlep Derek around when he is sober, instead of only on his birthday. I think about myself behind the wheel. Maybe driving down to the beach this summer with Ruby on a Friday. Can I make this happen? Can I get over my fears? What am I really afraid of? I just got to do it right?
If you see me this weekend please tell me to "man up!" I need all of the encouragement I can get.
I do not think I have ever blogged about my fear of driving. This is surprising since I have been blogging for a while, and my fear of driving is a notable personality fault worthy of comment.
Ok, so I don't drive. I have a license, but I have driven exactly this many times in the 10 years since I got my license:
1. Derek got drunk on his birthday in 1999.
2. Derek took me to practice in Breezy in 2000.
3. I drove to Fairway with Derek in 2005.
4. I drove to Fairway with Derek in 2006.
5. Derek got drunk on his birthday in 2007.
6. I drove to Shoprite with Derek in January 2009.
7. I drove to Shoprite with Derek in February 2009.
So basically unless Derek is drunk or I need to go to the grocery store I don't drove.
Now that Derek is hoobling around on crutches with a broken ankle it has occurred to me that I should "man up" and drive. I could drive Ruby and I around. I can run errands. I can schlep Derek around when he is sober, instead of only on his birthday. I think about myself behind the wheel. Maybe driving down to the beach this summer with Ruby on a Friday. Can I make this happen? Can I get over my fears? What am I really afraid of? I just got to do it right?
If you see me this weekend please tell me to "man up!" I need all of the encouragement I can get.