Plan B

Ok. So I think God must be smiling. I was reminded again that my plans are not always His plan. My first solo "driving excursion" downtown this morning became my first solo "metro excursion" instead. I hopped in my car, filled up with gas and began my drive downtown. After approximately 2 miles, a light came on on my dashboard. Since the car is French and therefore the owner's manual is in French, I couldn't determine what the light meant (I could pick up something about it being electrical in nature). Brandon seemed to think I could continue driving, but as soon as I hung up with him, the car began to accelerate, VERY slowly and I thought I was hearing strange noises. I decided I shouldn't continue driving, turned around and 30 minutes later parked at the metro station. I haven't riden the metro by myself, so I was quite intimidated by the whole thing. Everything went quite smoothly though and an hour after leaving home, I was downtown. My outing was cut a little short, due to the change in transport, but I felt good about tackling the metro system and feel pretty comfortable about the whole thing. When I returned to my car and drove back home, the light never came on and it accelerated just fine. I suppose we'll still take it in to be looked at, but I was humbled at the thought that I'm not in control as much as I think I am.