Gentle Reader,
My mom and I went out for a few hours today. We had lunch, wandered the mall, got pedicures. Girly-type things.
I drove.
I don’t drive on the freeway. I don’t drive in the city closest to our slice of suburbia. Partial blindness means I have terrible depth perception and I often can’t see cars merging into the flow from the on-ramp. Add to that an awful sense of direction – whatever way I am facing is North.(You’re probably thinking that I shouldn’t even be allowed to drive).
Driving has never been something that I enjoy. I’m happy to be chauffeured. But today, it was easier for us to accomplish our outing if I was behind the wheel.
So I sucked it up.
There’s no better phrase for it. Sometimes you just have to suck it up. Urban Dictionary (not a reliable source, but I’m using it for this) defines the phrase as “to cope with something unpleasant without complaining.” I didn’t get excited over driving on the freeway. It wasn’t pleasant. I didn’t suddenly develop a sense of direction. You know what, though? I’m glad I drove. I got to enjoy an afternoon with my mom. I got to see that I could handle what is for me a difficult situation without totally freaking out. I wouldn’t trade that for a chauffeur.
Well, unless he had a British accent.
For all of the posts in the 31 Days: Brave series, go here.