Adventure Means Facing Fears

Prose Poem

Photo by Tim Foster on Unsplash

I’m a woman of few fears: snakes, the 3 am hour, and driving.

I was involved in two accidents in two years: one my fault, the other wasn’t. Two cars got totaled. I feel lucky that I walked away from both without anyone being seriously injured.

Ever my contrast, my husband adores driving, anywhere from down the street to states away. He doesn’t mind me tagging along and taking it for granted.

But, I’m tired of being afraid. It’s about 16 months later: the nightmares of rear-ending the person in front of me have stopped.

Tired of feeling restricted. I want the freedom to go wherever whenever back.

So, I’m going to be purposefully driving more. I still won’t drive in the city, but I need to stop making excuses.