“Oh my god! Use the clutch! You’re going to ruin the transmission. Do you know how expensive those things are to fix!?!”
Okay, so my transmission is actually an automatic…but that has been part of the problem.
Driving with a manual transmission at least you know when you’re doing it wrong.
Shifting paradigms from rural settled America to up and coming little cities near Dallas has challenged me to remain authentic.
My insecurities have been hanging from my door like a wayward seatbelt. MY GPS doesn’t need to recalculate. I’ve got this. I had tossed out the visions of my (someday) furnished apartment in favor of a style that would make a good impression. It is actually my preconceptions needing to be challenged. The whole Dallas culture, replete with impressionist images, has challenged me. I’m not polished. I don’t have my nails done at a salon…or my hair for that matter. I have no idea who the current hot purse designer is and I want wicker furniture in my living room.
And if I ever fall in love again, it will be with someone who thinks that’s perfect!
more to come…eventually. Everything in its time.