Last week I posted an article on HealthyPlace about my fear of driving. It was a very personal article, and it was hard to admit the extent of my anxiety. I only drive when I really have to.
When I’m home in Toledo, I always let my husband drive, but when I attend classes and meetings at the Women’s Business Center in Cleveland, I’m on my own. When I get on the road, I want to turn back and sometimes I cry in the car.
However, I’ve noticed something interesting. I make it to Cleveland, and when I return home, it’s a rush. My dreams are stronger than my fears. My desire to be involved with the WBC outweighs my anxiety, so I drive to Cleveland anyway.
I’m still anxious, but every time I drive to Cleveland, it gets a little easier.