Have you ever realized that the thing you swear up and down you are NOT is exactly who you ARE? Have you ever been convinced that you are a certain way, that you have a certain personality, that you are skilled in a certain area – only to realize that the evidence proves you WRONG?
Um . . . I have.
Case in point: I am NOT a bad driver. I’m a good driver (an excellent driver). However . . .
The evidence proves differently.
In the past six months, I’ve received three tickets and had one fender bender. With a PARKED CAR.
Yes, I have excuses for each incident. But the fact remains: I may not be as excellent a driver as I once thought.
That makes me think of the span of time when it seemed like every time Chelley was in the car with me, I ran a stop sign. Sorry, drivers of Kirksville!
And, hmm, that reminds me of the time Smitty and I were leaving downtown, driving in our separate cars. When I realized she wasn’t following me anymore, I figured she’d gotten lost. Because I was so much more familiar with downtown Kansas City than she was. That’s what I thought . . . until she called me and said, “Do you realize you just drove the WRONG WAY down a one-way street?!?”
Yeahhhhh. It turns out my driving skills may be a bit more limited than I once assumed.
What about you? Have you ever realized that you are different than you thought? Better or worse. I’d much rather realize I’m better at something – wouldn’t you?! (Why couldn’t I discover that I have mad card-counting skillz instead of realizing I drive no better than Dustin Hoffman?)