This weekend I did my first ‘proper’ drive by myself, after passing my driving test a few weeks ago. Country roads, navigating a new route, motorways, lots of roundabouts – this drive had it all. And, hopefully not too surprisingly, I survived! I even enjoyed it.
After having enjoyed being driven around by Tom for more years than I would care to admit, it feels great to be a bit more independent and to have achieved something that has been hanging over me for a while. Actually, it feels really, really good to have achieved something at all!
So, after returning from my first solo journey over 20 minutes, I decided that it was time to take off my P plates (for those who don’t know, in the UK new drivers can put white stickers with a green letter P on them to indicate that they might be a little cautious/please drive really close to them because new drivers are SO annoying and they need to be told how annoying they actually are. At least that’s what some people on the road seem to think). Maybe it is a bit silly, but I do feel really proud of myself and, for me, it is a big step. You see, I don’t have the highest self-confidence at the moment, but I can’t deny that I did this. In fact, I nailed my driving test – 3 minors, don’t you know – and that’s got to count for something.
Now onto the next challenge!