Was the bus late, or you?

Where do you need to get to this evening, this year, in life?

The questions seem to get larger and more complex by the word! But I’ll stick to the bus story for now!

You see, I used to moan a huge amount about buses. They’re what I need to get from A to B and I for one hate lateness.

I used to get stressed if it wasn’t on time. However, something struck me, whose responsibility is it to get from that A to B… Guess who? Yep, Me.

Now, I didn’t drive (I’m edging closer to achieving that goal after much encouragement over the years) so how could I really moan about being trapped (my own doing) on a bus stop in the pouring rain not moving anywhere fast.

I made it my mission to stop the criticism get on and pass my driving test. (I’ll update you as soon as I can on that front!)

What I have found is that I absolutely love driving. For years the necessity for me to run an automatic put me off, not the finance, the fact is that I wanted to drive like everyone else, didn’t want to be different.

Stupid thing is, who can honestly say that they care if I drive an automatic, get over my pride, get in the damn car and do it.

And you know what, driving an automatic is VERY straight forward, easier than a manual. The key learning concept is more to do with getting my co-ordination and road awareness right, it’s coming along and I’m loving it.

So, I don’t complain about buses any more, if they’re late it is motivating a further step to pass my test. I’m finding that with renewed confidence (and a set of wheels) you can get to where you need to faster and more assured than ever.

All the best

🙂