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This Sally is ready to “drive, Sally, drive”

April 15, 2011

Because I don’t have a thousand words or the energy they require, I give you this picture.

After months of talking about it, writing about it, getting a license, and even dreaming about it, it took being in an extreme funk for me to start driving. I realized that part of the reason for the funk was my lack of mobility. Because getting together with people can be so difficult, I wasn’t maintaining the few Vietnamese friendships I’ve made. I’m interning with AsiaLIFE magazine, and, again, because it’s frustrating and expensive to get to the office by taxi or xe om (motorbike taxi) I wasn’t taking full advantage of this awesome learning opportunity.

I knew I could drive in the city. I did it once and was fine. But, I always had excuses. I was sick most of March, always tired, and didn’t feel like doing anything – much less something so challenging. It was easier to just ride behind Jonathan. It seemed that I always needed to go somewhere when the traffic was bad, and I was too scared.

Two Sundays ago, I was having a bad day. I follow Michael Hyatt‘s blog (Chairman of Thomas Nelson Publishers) because they are short, interesting, and often challenging or educational. Several days before I had saved one, just out of curiosity, and came across it that Sunday. The timing was perfect. It was “24 hacks for getting out of your funk.” Some of them I thought would be useful, but I kind of glazed over 19.

Do that one thing you fear the most.

It’s not like I could go crawling through a tiny cave full of spiders and cockroaches that afternoon.

But, then I started picking apart why I was in a funk, and realized the solution to most of it was to be mobile. Because Jonathan no longer needs it to drive to work, it’s just been sitting in the garage. It was there, free to use, and my happiness was the reward.

I was just too afraid.

When Jonathan came home from work, I made the mistake of telling him all of this, and he promptly decide there was no better time than the present to start fixing this problem.

“Can’t you just drive it out of the garage, get it on the road, and THEN let me drive?”

*whine whine whine*

Nope. Away we went. And, it was great. Jonathan talked me through it, giving me tips and rules of Saigon traffic, and I drove the whole way. We drove to the magazine’s office which required tackling a major roundabout on the way home. And, we survived.

So, minus the long hair, stylin’ bike, stilettos, jeans, jacket, and gloves (please keep in mind, it’s almost always in the 90s here,) this is now me.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. April 15, 2011 12:12

    Your inner biker was just pinning to be free!

    • April 22, 2011 03:27

      I think you’re right, Nigel. I didn’t realize how much I was missing out on by being so afraid. My husband is hoping this means we buy motorcycles when we move back to the States 😛 We’ll see…

  2. April 15, 2011 19:29

    Yay. Good job. You’ll be zippin in and out of traffic in no time.

    • April 22, 2011 03:29

      Thanks, Angela. It is funny how accomplished I feel just doing something simple like taking myself to the bank. It is still scary, but definitely getting zippier as the days go by 🙂

  3. April 16, 2011 06:36

    Ooh! You’re so brave! I am full of admiration – being too chicken shit myself to even use a xe om!

    • April 22, 2011 03:28

      Want me to take you for a ride sometime? It took me three months to ride a xe om and another three to drive myself… Some of those xe oms are terrifying though. I don’t blame you.

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