Failure is always an option

I took my driving test today and failed. As soon as I saw that female state trooper - her face stern and unfriendly - I felt doomed to fail. She didn't crack a smile when I joked about her not having her seatbelt buckled, although I did get a chuckle from my husband. And, with failure firmly in my mind and driving in a daze, I apparently (I write "apparently" since I don't remember much about that moment) took a right hand turn at a red light without stopping.

I failed only because I made my mind up to do so. The state trooper said I was a fine driver and she would have passed me if I had not "blown the red light." She's confident that I will pass next time and, with my head in my hands, so am I.