So yesterday evening I was starting to get really restless being trapped indoors. So once the snow started to slow down and they were able to start plowing, I decided to go out to someone’s house. *Side note: when it comes to my personal life, I intend on keeping my loved ones identities as vague as possible just for their privacy*
So I hop in my car (after my sister’s neighbor generously offered to blow the snow off the driveway totally unprovoked, hell yes for Minnesota Nice!) and decide to try to conquer the roads, maybe. I entered with the notion that if it was too bad or too intense for me I would turn around immediately and just accept my circumstances. But no, I made it. And I learned that my car handles the snow like a champ.
I am beyond glad that I decided to do this. The snow has been a noteworthy anxiety trigger for me because I am so unfamiliar with it and I am a generally nervous driver. So knowing that I can drive in the snow means the world to me. It’s so freeing. And it is a small step to show myself that I am capable of more than I realize.