Living in Fear...

... is not really living.
I have been afraid for as long as I can remember. Afraid of the dark. Afraid of strangers. Afraid of being alone, of loneliness, of not being accepted. I've never really fit in anywhere - I've been that one puzzle piece that is supposed to go somewhere, but it's so beaten and worn around the edges that it just doesn't match.
One of my biggest fears has been driving. I am thirty years old and the thought of putting myself (and my child) in a giant hunk of metal to go flying through town TERRIFIES me. This fear has held me back for far too long. This summer I enrolled in drivers training (eek, old lady sittin' in the back!) and today I finished my very last driving lesson. Do I still panic? Yes. Do I still have to talk myself into getting behind the wheel every time? You bet! Am I driving? Yep. I might still be timid, uncomfortable and a bit on the anxious side - BUT I'M DOING IT! Tomorrow afternoon I take my drivers test. I am not confident that I will pass, but that doesn't mean I won't drive one day soon. Let's just hope I can get myself on the road before it starts to snow! Eek!
Next fear to tackle: The gym... stay tuned!