I have the day off work today. I booked a driving lesson for 9am and my instructor turned up at 9.15 (having texted me earlier to warn me he was running late).
I hate driving and I hate my lessons. I’d rather get the bus/tube or walk. I’ve been fine using public transportation for 35 years, and I’m sure I’ll be fine for another 35 if I live that long. I told my instructor as much today.
Today’s route wasn’t difficult. I should have nailed it. Except, I didn’t. I wasn’t fully in control of the car. Turns on roundabouts were messy. I cut out while turning at a junction and I’m still upset thinking about how I put my passenger (instructor)’s life at risk. I insisted we tackled the same junction again and I did ok. But life doesn’t always offer you second chances.
He said I was rushing to change gears and panicking when faced with (less-than) tricky situations.
Everyday when walking to the tube station, I observe cars passing me by. I often wonder if they ever went through the difficulties I’m facing in learning to drive.
I don’t have a car to practice in yet – we’re working on it. It’s hard to go from lesson to lesson without having any practice of my own. I am severely lacking in confidence and am wondering why I bothered learning in the first instance.