Feel the fear and do it anyway

Driving doesn’t cause me any anxiety at all, I’ll happily drive anywhere without thinking anything of it, and I’m happy to take the car to the garage, etc. too.

Don’t ever put me in a room with a spider, or expect me to ring anybody to get work done in the house though, both those freak me out. Illogical aren’t we?

Oh wow that sounds amazing! Can’t wait! ?. ?

Gingster

Well done GG . I haven’t driven on the A127 or A130 for years. I think it’s a bit of a phobia. As soon as I approach these roads, I have a panic attack . Not good when you’re behind the wheel.?

Don’t worry when we eventually sort out our meet-up I will come and pick you up (I can put the top down so we shall be outside technically ?)

Well done GG . I haven’t driven on the A127 or A130 for years. I think it’s a bit of a phobia. As soon as I approach these roads, I have a panic attack . Not good when you’re behind the wheel.?

I have always been a fairly confident driver, whizzing round the M25 has never fazed me, that is until lockdown when I went for four months not driving anywhere and approximately eight months without seeing let alone driving on a duel carriageway.

I now make myself drive on the A127 / A130 and the duel part of the A13 at least once a week, my driving mojo is slowly but surely returning.

Still don’t like speaking into a recorded message but get along fine with Alexa, Siri, and hey Google!

I play in matches in spite of often being nervous and worried about making a fool of myself.

Well done Maw. It’s strange how over the years we get anxious about small things.
I don’t drive on motorways or dual carriageways. Get panicky, although I think I’m a good driver. Don’t like driving anywhere really but have to make myself. No one has time or patience on the road.

And well done, MawBe*!

I love going to our tip. The men who work there have fashioned a garden with unloved gnomes and plastic herons brightening the area.
Every day I have to face my fear. We have sacks of nuts and mealworms for the birds and once I got my scoop and a mouse ran over my hand. Talk about scream. Embarrassing. But even now I tiptoe towards the sack with trepidation.

well done!