Difficult things . . .
Getting my driver’s license. I remember that first day of Driver’s Education at school, being absolutely terrified because I had never been behind the wheel before, and being yelled at by the instructor and teased by the other kids in the car (they all had some experience, even though they had driven illegally). I wanted to quit. The city where I lived had decent public transportation and I was okay with that. But my mom insisted that at minimum I finish the course. So I did. Although I was much more confident by the time it was road test time, the examiner was being rather short with me, as though he didn’t want to be there. I remember him jumping out of the car before I was completely parked at the end. I was sure I failed. But I passed and I was so relieved. Mom was right. I love to travel and it would be much more difficult, not to mention expensive, if I couldn’t drive.
There are a million and one things around the house that are difficult for a solo person, but they still have to be handled. Having tradespeople coming in to do work and wondering if you’ve hired the right person and if they’ll do a good job is a major one for me. And when they don’t do a good job, fighting to make it right. Even the people who come out on a regular basis intimidate me. I’m constantly reminding myself that I am the customer and they work for me, not the other way around. I’m generally a very non confrontational person and it makes me physically ill to have to deal with issues that I have little control over. But by the same token, when I’ve made it through I feel so relieved.
Trying to change bad habits. I can’t say this one is completely resolved, because it seems like there is always a new habit to break, but I keep working at it and each time I am successful, it feels good
