Only two days ago, I was sitting in the car with one of my dearest friends. Not only were we sitting, we were driving. And it was just the two of us.
I just sat there, amazed with her skill. Enjoying the sensation of independence caused by us two girlfriends on the highway, there it was, out of nowhere: a pang of jealousy.
One part of me is afraid of getting her driver’s licence, even afraid of trying to. Why? Because I fear it may be something I just can’t do. Ever.
The other part of me is telling me to get over myself. Stop being a big crybaby and get with the programme. When I look out of my window, I see thousands of people driving up and down the road every day.
Hey, I can do that!
I’ll start tomorrow.