Okay so I’ve decided I reaaaaaaally need to learn how to drive before I completely lose my mind.
Not that driving in and of itself will solve anything, but it’s the gateway to not hating my life. I hope.
It may be too late, though. You make stupid choices, you get stupid results. This is the way of the world.
I accept what’s happened to me as a result of choices I made. Or didn’t make, as you like. I see it clearly, more than I ever had for anything else before. And I see the steps for moving forward.
Driving is the first one. If I can succeed at that, the rest is easy by comparison.
(Seriously, I’m scared to death of driving.)