My first blog post.

Ever. 

I feel like this should be something super profound. Something that says, "I am the epitome of wisdom, sass, and snark!"

However, it is not. 

 

I just wanted to verbalize the internal emotion I get when I drive. 

 

I recieved my lisence in April, but have just recently been allowed to actually drive the car. By myself.

This was due, partially to my uninsured status and also (although she will not verbally admit it) my mother's fear. 

The day she ceremoniously handed me the keys in the Walmart snack aisle, I saw her eyes mist. She was handing over the keys to her 17-year old daughter. Who would hold the life of her other daughter in her hands as well. 

I remember sitting behind the wheel of the car, intoxicated by the power of having the ability to take myself anywhere. The whining of the sibling behind me jarred me back to reality, but still. I was going to the mall. Without a parental chaperone. 

This, was truly a momentus occasion, even if it was just a trip to Old Navy to find pants.

 

As I drove, I continued to feel the surge of power coursing through my veins.

I could take my sibling anywere.

And just leave.

NOT that I would do that....per say...but the ability to do that made me feel tyrannical.

 

I wish I could say that this adreniline surge has subsided, but it has not. I drove myself to Wal-greens today. What would be a typical run to the pharmacy felt like a Narnian adventure. 

With music blaring (at a safe decible level, of course) I have my own mini concert each time I escort myself anywhere.

I feel like I have officially reached a milestone here and, let me tell you, I am enjoying this view ever so much.

 

I know eventually driving and carting around The Sibling will become an excessivly mundane task; however, I am soaking up this power surge while I can. 

 

(Kanye West's song "Power" plays in my head when I start the car, just sayin'.)

 

This concludes my first blog. 

Fairfarren, Dear Ones.

 

Verse of the Day: Isaiah 40:27-31 msg