It’s no secret I don’t like to drive. It makes me anxious. Fills me with dread. And yet —
I drive.
I drive quite a bit actually. And, thanks to my odd little coping rituals, prayers and affirmations — I think it’s safe to say I’ve done a pretty good job at fooling the other drivers on the road. I obey the rules, stay in the lines and to the untrained eye —
I appear composed — maybe even happy —
But I’m not.
On this road I’m on —
I’m not the driver I appear to be.
Now this is not news to me. I’ve knowingly played the imposter and paid the price for many years — believing —
Driving itself was the unavoidable problem I needed to overcome —
Until now.
The proverbial fork in the road.
As the road I’m on goes down to one lane with many curves up ahead — I can’t help but think —
Divine detour.
Truly, this is an opportunity to choose what feels right to me — to choose where and with whom I belong —
And get on the road that will allow me to be the driver —
I am meant to be.
