|alarm clock by EureekasWindow*|
If this blog has taught me anything it's to do things sooner. As I mentioned in a previous post, I am LOVING my blogging experience right now and I don't want to take anything away from it. However, I wish I had started it sooner! How much farther down the blogging road would I be if I had started a year ago? I suppose I will know in, well, a year.
But blogging isn't the only thing I wish I'd done sooner. I wish I had taken my driving test at 17. In fact, I wish I had taken it at all! Driving is something that has never quite happened for me. I can drive a car, if ninjas forced me, I could get a car from my house to where ever it may be the ninjas wanted to go.
|Learner Brooch by PayneDesign|
But I cant do it legally. My test has always alluded me. I have only booked a test once. The morning came round and I sat nervously on the edge of my bed waiting for my driving instructor to turn up, snapping: "YES I'M FINE!" to anyone who dared poke their head around my door (I'm not good with stress). It wasn't long before his little red Corsa pulled up, and with my stomach sitting on my tongue I ventured out into, what I hoped, would be a new world of automotive freedom.
I hadn't even sat down in the front seat by the time my mum came running out with the news: my examiner had called in sick and my test had been cancelled. I cannot understate how much this rocked my confidence. Convinced that that day was the only day I would ever possibly pass my test, I never re-booked. My lessons fizzled out and two years later I still can't legally drive ninjas anywhere. Every time I have to sit on a packed bus on miserable, rainy days, I think about that examiner and imagine all the ills that may have befallen him that day. It is the only thing that gets me through the coughing, the fidgeting, the sneezing and the smell of my fellow passengers.
I also wish I had kept up with my guitar playing. At secondary school I had the usual classical lessons which I found mouth dryingly tedious. I stretched my little fingers over scale after scale and knew more Russian folk tunes than I knew what to do with. But as tedium turned into a deep depression regarding anything to do with my lessons, I gave up. But, of course, NOW I wish I had carried on. Now that I have been gifted a wonderful flowery guitar I wish I could play something on it. But all those scales and all those Russian Folk songs escape me. I am back at square one.
On my track record I think I will make Square One my new forwarding address. I am the Queen of Putting Things Off which is a rubbish empire to reign over; No-one makes the bed, no-one washes up, no-one plays the guitar and no-one can BLEEDING DRIVE!
Hopefully this time next year my blogging will still be bubbling along nicely. Chances are I still wont be driving. But I will endeavour to learn a tune on my guitar. An actually tune. One that I like and know all the words to.
Who needs a car anyway? I'll walk to Square Two.
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