in my throat
I feel
my heart
rising
my Fitbit thinks
I’m exercising
but I’m just
scared
still.

Just a little instant poem to go with my instant noodles, lol. Definitely won’t win any awards… but it’s based on a true story.

You see, my beloved Fitbit detected 43 minutes of moderate activity from me on Thursday afternoon – due to my heart rate hitting 133 beats per minute.

I was not doing any exercise, moderate or otherwise. I was, in fact, sitting in a car taking my practical driving assessment, hoping to get my manual driver’s licence.

Yeah, I was hella nervous. 😅

I already had an automatic licence. I passed that test on the first go, which I still say was a massive fluke. My therapist says I need to have more confidence in my abilities. I mean, those things are not mutually exclusive…

Anyway, I’d already failed a manual test earlier this year. Let’s just say I’m a very anxious person, and panicking in a manual car is a lot more obvious than in an auto.

But I passed my second attempt! Despite Fitbit confusing it for a workout.

It wasn’t a perfect drive, but it was solid and I demonstrated to a neutral stranger that I can drive without endangering myself and others. Which is obviously what you want.

I used to hate driving any class of vehicle with a passion, but over the course of learning to drive a manual, this driving thing has grown on me.

Though if I ever become rich and important enough to have a limo and a personal chauffeur deal with the whole gamut of road users for me, I may well take that option. 😛