The wheels on the bus go round and round.

Today was a day of driving.  To Langford.  Around in a circle in Langford.  To Victoria. Around in a circle in Victoria.  Back to Langford.  Around in another circle in Langford.  Back to Sooke...completing yet another circle.

You know the picture of freedom:
The beautiful young person driving a red convertible, hair flying in the wind, racing along an open stretch of road that runs beside the ocean, sunny, happy music blasting, smiles all around?

That will never happen in my life.

I sit in the truck, muscles tense, hands on the steering wheel, tremendously focussed, careful, and stressed.  And I wonder if I'll ever get to the point where lane changes dont cause heart attacks, and being surrounded by busses and delivery trucks doesn't cause claustrophobia, and large intersections dont cause extreme self confidence issues.

In short,  am I ever going to be relaxed behind the wheel?
Or will the wheels, not due to any accidents, but due to severe stress elevations shorten my life?
I'd rather take the bus.
Round, and round,
With someone else at the wheel.