SEVEN
Today I drove a car. Me. I drove.
I. Drove. A. Car.
It was a manual. I changed gears. I steered.
And I didn’t hurt anyone or anything and I didn’t crash and I only stalled maybe 7 times but it’s ok because nothing bad happened and
OH MY EFFING GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME, I DROVE A CAR!
For most people, this is not a big deal so I completely understand if it seems ridiculous that I should find this a new lesson, but it is. And I am so proud of myself. And I am so grateful that Mr. Rose is such a positive and annoyingly persistent teacher because he got my butt in the driver’s seat and my hands on the wheel.
Yeah. Quite amaze.
Its funny how easily you can be at ease with saying you can’t do something. You can say to yourself on a regular basis: I can’t do that. I can’t. I’ve never been able to.
I can’t drive.
I can’t run far. I can’t dance. I can’t do a backflip.
I can’t do that job. I can’t take a chance.
I can’t let my guard down. I can’t make mistakes.
But as soon as someone else looks you in the eye and says to you: I hate how you say “I can’t”, all of a sudden all you want to do is say you can.
So you do.
You turn your head, you get in a car at night, and reverse (into a ditch, yes, but come on) and you just do it.
I guess sometimes we need a push. And if you find people who push you to do great things you thought you couldn’t do, cherish them; they’re few and far between.
Love & a bit more.
X
