s t a r l e t

Solid pass, too -- only ten points off (failing is thirty).

I did a lot of visualisation this weekend. Over and over, I put my bad experiences into little mental wine bottles, and Bad Examiner himself in the freezer. I tried tapping ("I will not fail my road test"; "I will keep my anger under control"; "I will not throw up"; "I will be okay") and it seems to have calmed me down long enough to deal.

At the very last minute, when it was almost time to go, I envisioned perpet sitting in the back with cieldumatin and -- of all the bizarre mental pictures -- a white-clad Rubens Barrichello on one shoulder arguing in Portuguese with a red-clad Felipe Massa.

If nothing else, the thought made me laugh.

I even had a sense that the car was looking out for me. Is that so strange?

So here I sit, a licensed driver who gave her examiner a hug. Thank you to everyone who's been thinking of me; I know you have so many more trying circumstances than a road test to conquer, but I do appreciate you all for being with me through this.

with much love
C.