Driving as an Art Form
After a week of rest from driving, I faced the busy commute of Bacolod today. Little did I know that a near traumatic event would be the cause for me beginning to believe in myself. I have never driven alone before. Always, I have been dependent on others to do the driving for me, so much so that even when I am on the driver’s seat, I wait for instructions from my boyfriend, my mom, my dad or my brother to tell me what to do.