My husband and I were discussing my anxiety over everything. I told him that a friend of mine who is dealing with the same type of driving problem that I have, asked me if I may be more anxious about where I’m going and what will happen once I arrive at my destination. My husband told me that was exactly what he thinks about my anxiety over driving.
I’ve been thinking.
I even took a trip to a city not too far from us. Not a city like Atlanta but bigger than where we live.
I asked myself the regular therapist-in-my-mind question….such as, what’s the worst that can happen?
Well…..a tire could fall off my car. Someone could slam into me from the side, front, or back. I could get lost. I won’t be able to find a parking spot once I arrive (that’s a biggie). There could be road construction. I could be late. Once I get there, I have to talk to strangers, or not. I could just walk around as if they don’t exist. But there could be one among the crowd that I have to keep my eye on….you know, one of the bad people.
Then I asked myself another therapist-in-my-mind question….what do I have control of?
My thoughts! That’s it! I have control over what I think about and how much time I focus on the subject.
A tire isn’t going to fall off my car. I am a good driver and pay attention to the texters and the people driving batshit crazy. I always find a parking spot, even if I have to walk. There is always road construction no matter which direction I go. I’ve been late one time because I got lost. However, I give myself plenty of time to get to appointments, on top of that, I know where I’m going! I talk to strangers and really don’t have too much anxiety over it…more than I should, but I’m working on that one. There are more good people in this world than there are bad.
So, I made that trip. I survived and will remember my survival because I have to make the same trip tomorrow.