I got stuck behind a learner driver on my way home from work yesterday. I was at the back of a queue of six people wanting to turn left whilst the learner was waiting to turn right into then end of rush hour traffic.
The cars in front of me dutifully squeezed past and went on there way. Then it was my turn. As I moved alongside the learner rather than seeing a hesitant 18 year old, I saw a hesitant woman in her forties.
At that point any thoughts of frustration was banished from my mind and were replaced with a sense of admiration that she was still willing to try something new, to take a risk even in middle age. It would have been easy to say that I am content with my life and not move on, not reach out for something better, just to settle.
But she didn’t. I don’t know how long it took her to turn right, not to long I hope, but I had already turned left, past Lidl and headed for home.