Learning to Drive at 18
When I first started driving I wasn’t ready. I remember at 18, my dad driving me down to the mechanic to pick up the car I had purchased from him.
Like most teens, I couldn’t wait to get my license. I nagged my parents to take me driving and managed to squeeze maybe 5-6 practices out before I went for my test. The day of the test, I passed only by the skin on my teeth.
When my dad finally handed me the keys to the car I had hopped in, waited for him to drive off and then sat for 10 minutes with the key in the ignition thinking about what an inadequate driver I was. It was only after I realized I couldn’t bring myself to call someone to come save me that I pulled off and within 15 minutes made it to my destination safely.
Those first few months were interesting. I was careful as I could be, but I still managed to run over a few curbs, back gently into a woman’s car at the gas station and I avoided parallel parking like the plague.
It’s a little scary to think there are 16 to 18-year-olds out there on the road learning as they go, just as I did.
But how else are they supposed to do it?
Even if I had a little more practice, at a certain point, I was still going to have to face the road myself.
And that’s where I really learned.
When I started my YouTube channel, I didn’t know how to make videos…I still don’t
I didn’t know what I was doing when I first learned Spanish, or when I first bought a sewing machine and started sewing products for a company I started.
I don’t know really know how to podcast and it’s only sometimes I can write a good post.
I’m just figuring out everything as I go. That’s just the way it goes.
So I try not to waste time thinking about inadequacies and try to just do.
Going through the process is the only way to learn and grow.