I am now scared of driving.
There, I said it.
It is actually quite silly of me.
My recent accident, where a teenager on a cellphone hit my Sunfire head-on, occurred on my street, literally about a minute from home.
While snow-covered, the roads weren’t terrible and the visibility was fine.
But now when it snows, my stress level goes through the roof.
I am a ball of nerves on my street, my body untensing the moment I turn on to the main road.
However, I am still anxious about driving in snow, including the inch or so of white stuff that fell during the morning rush.
I have become one of THOSE drivers.
You know the ones. Those drivers who go the speed limit or under when a flake or two falls; who gripes the steering wheel hard; and who is looking around and talking to those around her – ‘Where are you going? Stay in your lane. If you hit me, I will be really upset.’
I am sure it will get better but in the meantime, my apologizes to those who want to go to fast.
