Is it a coincidence that when I was about to post this, I came across this video on Facebook?
I was cleaning out tons of paper from our house, (read: fire hazard) and I found a torn page. I remembered I was hanging out in the girls’ bathroom of my college in between classes and saw this on the wall. I pulled out one of my notebooks and a pen then started writing in block letters.
I did it.
I will try.
I think I can.
How do you think I can?
I wish I could.
I don’t care.
I don’t want to.
Faith in self
Lack of confidence
There are many areas in our lives where we can apply this. For example, when we are about to learn or are still learning a skill, we assess ourselves by our attitude towards it.
My friend and I stood on the sidewalk in Manila and peered at the road, watching for signs of THE car. We were waiting along España for a car covered in Socialites stickers. Socialites is the name of a driving school we enrolled in. We hopped in when it arrived. We took turns behind the wheel while the instructor showed us where to go. I went on to take the driving exams at the LTO (Land Transportation Office) and got my license.
Fast forward to more than a decade later, my friend is still my friend and she drives. While I just Grab or Uber myself to places, most of the time.
So, yes, I know how to drive. But, I don’t drive. And I feel guilty for feeling scared, especially of the traffic conditions of the country. I feel guilty for the crazy thumping of my heart and how every car beside me seems to gravitate towards my direction.
For me, it’s driving. I seem to have an irrational(?) fear of driving.
But, as a mom to school-aged children, it’s become a necessity. I certainly hope I could just get on the driver’s seat and then automatically be a pro at it.
What’s my score on the Attitude Meter? I’d say 60%.
With more encouragement, I think I can drive.