You will not be able to drive in LA, it’s the craziest traffic, our friends in the Midwest told us, just as we were going to move to California.
I believed them. The first week I got my CA drivers license. Did I go anywhere? Hardly. Half a mile for groceries doesn’t count does it?
The first month I gradually drove further afield. All the way staying away from the highway, taking the very scenic route for everything.
Then one morning I was going to the doctor’s office, and I could not find it. I drove in circles, the GPS insisted I was close by, I was getting late, and suddenly I was on my way onto the highway. I stopped.
Then a police officer on a motorbike drove up on my left side. He stopped too, leaned over, and said, very quietly :You may go now….
And I did. I still did not go into LA though.
Until the last week of our stay. My husband was driving down to have his Harley shipped and I took the car to pick him up. And suddenly I was driving alone in LA. The tarmac was just like any other paving. The signs were the same as the rest of the state, the cars behaved like cars all over the world. The sun was shining, I had the top down, and I was driving through LA. I even arrived at the shipping company way before my husband did.
I keep telling myself that story. Never let others define what you can do or not. At least give it a try! And I’ll let you in on a secret, a lot of others were driving in LA, and they do it every day….
Now, when a whisper tell me it can’t be done, at least not by me, I get my LA cup, have a sip of coffee and just go for it. You can see me on the cup can’t you!