It's time to renew my driver's license.
I don't know why, but every time I get that notice in the mail, I get a panicky feeling. It's ridiculous. I've passed the test in three states and have been driving for -- well, never mind how many years.
And yet I'm terrified I will get there and forget everything I ever knew. The last time I was stuck on identifying the round sign. I sat there until the examiner said softly, "Choo-choo-choo..."
"Railroad crossing!" I yelled.
Yesterday I was all ready to go. I drove to the license office and went in. Wall to wall people. I left.
I called this morning for an appointment and couldn't get one until two days before my license expired. The examiner told me to come in next week, suggesting a time when they didn't have as many applicants. So I will have to "gird my loins" (whatever that means) and trek back up there.
Is there a routine blip in your road that makes you frantic? For some, it's the annual mammogram. For others, the annual performance review.
We all have fears. Some are rational, some are not. But we face them anyway, to ensure our health, our careers, or just that we can get to the mall, church, and library.
And when we do face our fears and conquer them, don't we feel good about ourselves! Mental high fives all around.
Until next time.