So today, on the way home from work, I noticed that I am, quite possibly, the shittiest driver on the road.

Normally, I think I am a pretty good driver. Not the bomb, but certainly a safe driver. Today, I almost rear-ended somebody twice. The same somebody. I didn't get the message the first time?

I could have gone years and never had to face the fact that I might be dangerous behind the wheel. But instead, it became abundantly clear to me in just one thirty-minute trip home.

I'm kind of sad about it. But not sad enough to work on my driving.