It’s one of the things I do best. Get anxious. Overwhelmed. Way too worried.
Turning molehills into mountains is child’s play for me.
I was feeling all that last Friday morning. I knew what I had to do and I knew I had to get it over with. A deadline was approaching.
I washed my hair in readiness. Put on more “face” than I normally would on a Friday morning….or any other morning for that matter.
I chose what I believed to be a becoming shirt for the occasion. I wanted to present a nice image.
I put an extra sweater…..or two…..in my carry-all to ward off what I was certain would be a chill in the too-airconditioned space.
In readiness, I also packed some light snacks. Experience has taught me that the process can take some amount of time and I certainly didn’t want to be hungry when my number was called. I was stressed enough without having a growling stomach.
Of course, my Kindle was also at the ready. It was charged to the fullest with what I thought was an engaging book to occupy the time. One that would get me through the interminable morning….and perhaps into early afternoon. I even had a back-up book. Just in case.
I also had both sets of eyeglasses which I knew I would need. Distance and near. Couldn’t be over prepared.
When I arrived, the parking lot was full as I knew it would be. The clouds had just released a torrential rain so all that hair and face preparation went down the drain, so to speak.
Soaked to the bone, I had barely settled into a fairly comfortable seat when it all started.
They called my number.
Things proceeded so quickly, I never had time to worry. Next thing I knew, it was over.
After five minutes, yes, five short, and I might add, very pleasant minutes, I had a brand new driver’s license.