Driving Miss Daisy…


I, apparently, am a terrible driver.  I have been told this by more than one person.

Well, I do have some driving flaws.  I have trouble concentrating, I get sleepy, and I lack self-confidence.  Wonder why?

I have had my car “confiscated” by more than one person, but especially by my youngest sister.  It seems my driving makes her carsick.  Hoo-boy.  That’s hardly a vote of confidence.

There’s a certain sense of being pampered when one becomes “Miss Daisy.”  I almost want to practice my queen’s wave, not that I was ever a queen of anything other than in my own mind.  Nevertheless, being driven is a mixed blessing…the pampering, which I have already mentioned, versus the dependence and the vote of incompetency.   It’s a fine line between wanting to turn it over to others and being thought of as capable

I think I’ll take back my car.  I’ll pay better attention and change my attitude.  Instead of Miss Daisy, I’ll  be Thelma or Louise…minus the Grand Canyon leap, of course.


About Horton Hears Herself

Here I am, listening to myself for the first time in my life! I like what I am hearing, most of the time. This time of listening to myself, discovering myself, and learning how to have my dream life is a rocky path with surprises, good and bad.

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