I have lived a very safe and sheltered life. I have always had someone to depend on and to take care of me, if I should need help. And I'll be 45 this year and don't really want that to change before I'm dead! Now I'm not saying that I can't handle day-to-day life - I take care of the finances in our house, I know how to function in the outside world to keep things going, I hold down a full-time job, I do my own taxes, etc. All I'm saying is that if I ever got a flat tire, I'd know who to call.

This reminds me of a time that I got totally berated by a "friend" of mine for not ever having a hard life. She told me that since I was never destitute and alone, my life didn't really count. Now, I suppose you could think that way but I don't think it's really my fault for having a good life, is it? Should I have been seeking discomfort just for the sake of building my character? Hmmm.

Anyhoo, a situation looms in front of me. It's something that I may have to go do by myself and it involves a ton of driving - on highways - and finding people and places where I have never been before. First of all, I haven't done any significant driving for 14 years or so. I'm really, really out of practice. And it's been just about that long since I drove on a highway. And to top it all off, I am just not good at finding things or people on my own. It's a definite weakness of mine.

So is it any surprise that I am just about to vomit on my keyboard at the thought of all of this? I just want to run and hide and ignore the whole damn thing! Poor, poor pitiful me!