Shotgun | Day 12

I'm riding shotgun these days because the honest truth is that the ice and snow are freaking me out. I sit in the passenger seat and settle in and watch the scenery go by while H drives me where I need to go. And the whole time I'm sitting shotgun, I am swallowing my pride because the weather has gotten the best of my confidence in me.

For the most part, things look different from the passenger side. Not so intense. More relaxed. Except for when he chooses a route I wouldn't. Or goes slower than I'd like. Or listens to songs I don't know.

But the alternative is my death grip on the steering wheel and the fear of slipping backwards down the hill at the red light and the stressed out me that arrives home at the end of the day and makes life miserable for everyone. And none of that is pretty.

So I look out the window as the sun follows over my right shoulder, and I try not to step on the brakes.