reduced speed ahead

It’s no secret I don’t like to drive.  It makes me anxious.  Fills me with dread.  And yet —

I drive.

I drive quite a bit actually.  And,  thanks to my odd little coping rituals, prayers and affirmations — I think it’s safe to say I’ve done a pretty good job at fooling the other drivers on the road.  I obey the rules, stay in the lines and to the untrained eye —

I appear composed — maybe even happy —

But I’m not.

On this road I’m on — I’m not the driver I appear to be.

Now this is not news to me.  I’ve knowingly played the imposter and paid the price for many years — believing time and effort would turn me into the driver I thought I needed to be — until now.

The proverbial fork in the road.

As the road I’m on goes down to one lane with many curves up ahead — I can’t help but think —

Divine detour.

Truly, this is an opportunity to choose what feels right to me — to choose where and with whom I belong — and get on the road that will allow me to be the driver —

I truly am.