"He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance, one cannot fly into flying." --Friedrich Nietzche
I never cared much for driving. Even when I was 15. Nope. Didn't really care. My dad had just bought a brand new Cherry Red Mustang GT with black racing stripes. It was a gorgeous car. A car that he actually wanted to teach me to drive. Of course it was a manual transmission, the very thing I most feared in life, & learning to drive a brand new sports car while sitting next to your father who paid for it? Yep, not a relaxing experience to say the least. As I desperately tried to focus on his instructions (amidst the periodic flinching of his face) I ground my way through the gears, time & time again.
NOT pleasant & needless to say NOT successful. I gave up long before he did, making up some excuse about needing to be somewhere & explaining how we should really get home before I mutilated the car.
Looking back now I realize how much he wanted to pass his love of driving on to me along with his passion for the open road & for shiny fun sports cars. I truly believe he would have let me grind those gears to bits, or at least until the sun went down, if I had showed any interest at all.
"driving is independence"
Fast forward & as I hit the road on a dime in an independent rock band, there was no need to drive. A van full of guys willing to take the wheel; willing to navigate me to our concert destinations while I'm reading, applying makeup, chatting on the phone or mindlessly gazing at the scenery. I will never need to drive again! Psssh. "driving is independence" Whatever!
I'm starting to see things Dad's way.
Funny how that happens isn't it?
Change is Scary
Change is Undeniable
Change is Fast
Change is WHOA.Change?
Maybe Change can be fabulous if you only give it a chance...
Fabulous Like A Little Cherry Red Car
Make Mine Automatic Please ;)
Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams
xoxo
Birdee Bow
Birdee Bow
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