I’ve Gotta Get Past This

OK. I have a phobia, and I’m trying to work past it. Thus far, no luck. I can pick up a spider with the best of them, no fear. Germs–they don’t scare me. Watch me clean a toilet bowl with a washcloth, that’s how my momma taught me. But put me behind the steering wheel of a big pickup and I turn to mush. See an oncoming truck on a two-lane highway or crossing a bridge, and begin to sweat bullets. Hot flash, hot flash, hand tightening the steering wheel, foot off the excelerator…will we make it past each other? will I side swipe them? do I hug the yellow or white line? it’s them or the guard rail! Oh my gosh, what to do? I WANT MY LITTLE CAR, PUT ME IN A LITTLE CAR!
I personally know all kinds of women who drive big trucks and even pull horse trailers or boats. How do they do it? Am I just a pansy? Do I have terrible vision, or judgement of distances? I am woman hear me roar, so why does this freak me out?
And then it all becomes so clear. A vivid memory of driving a U-Haul truck and taking off the mirror of a very new pickup comes to mind. And I’m mush. Will I ever get over this?

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