Today I did something awesome: I learned how to drive our stick shift car.
Oh yes. I did pretty good, according to Brian. I only scared him once. Pretty good, eh? (I scared him by forgetting that there was a brake.)
It takes a fair amount of coordination, none of which I have, but after a while, I did it. I only stalled out in the parking lot 3 or 4 times, and by the time I had the confidence to go around the block (twice) I didn't stall out at all! I did, however, jerk a lot as I shifted gears. But meh, no biggie.
I'm VERY proud of myself. I wasn't even scared. Isn't that funny? Maybe my Paxil makes me a little more daring. Or maybe it's because Brian was right there so I was able to be completely relaxed. Or maybe, I just DID IT for once, instead of over thinking it.
I don't know. But it was fun! I want to try again.
I can now add that to my list of things I can do, drive a stick. :)