Over the years I have always been the co-pilot (Hubby of course, the pilot) and I'm fine with it! I'm a great map reader, navigator, landmark watcher. Of course there are times when things don't go as planned but hey, it's an adventure!
Hubby's GPS is about 4 yrs old. It doesn't notify you of traffic delays and every once in a while it "hiccups" and sends you in the wrong direction. But usually he's in familiar territory and knows enough that it's wrong and he corrects it himself. Apparently that was MY job. Well, we are in rush hour traffic right on the main drag of the university. GPS is sending us the same way we came, Hubby is telling me to look for signs, and I'm trying to pull up the APP on my phone so I can see about finding an alternate route or how the hell I can find the other bridge we're supposed to cross! Oh yeah...No. 1 son is calmly being the mediator from the backseat so HE doesn't have to drive home because Mom and Dad have strangled each other! Seems comical now, but at the time....not so much.
Enter Big Black Moment.
Hubby: which way am I going?
Co-Pilot: I don't know, this way I think.
Hubby: What do you mean you don't know? You have the nav. C'mon I need to know.
Panic sets in as we are at least going 60mph in traffic. I scan the nav, then look at the signs. Nav says 80 west. But the sign says New Haven. (hmm...as in CT? didn't the admissions girl say she missed her turn once and ended up in CT? is this what she meant or should we go that way?)
Co-Pilot: Stay in this lane. 80 west.
Before long we see signs for the G.W. Bridge and we are now in horriffic traffic! Yup, you guessed it, we should have taken the other way. the nav is taking us the same way we came! Hubby is NOT happy as you can now factor hunger into the equation. I, of course, try to find the humor in it. And am reminded our mine and hubby's first trip together to NYC before we were married. He decided to give up smoking on that trip, AND while being co-pilot we missed an exit! Ahh...memories!!! No. 1 son and I laughed. Hubby did not.
Well, we missed one more exit on this trip (I think my poor co-piloting skills were due to low blood sugar), we grabbed some dinner on the fly and ended up taking a scenic tour of NJ in order to get back on route through PA and back to NY. The co-pilot became the pilot for the last 2 hours of our trip, arriving back home over an hour behind schedule. Another fun adventure, and I enjoyed the one on one time with No. 1 son. A very long day, but a very successful trip.
A funny story, but it got me thinking. There are times in our writing careers where we start out as the co-pilot. We need others for support (critique groups) and we support them as well. We don't quite have that confidence to get behind the wheel. We make mistakes, and we learn and we build or confidence and before we know it we are taking charge. We are the pilot! We don't have to fly solo, even though many say that writing is a solo career, we can keep our support system but we understand that we are the pilots of our own writing destiny.
For those who feel you might still be sitting comfortably in the co-pilot chair....hang on, your chance to fly is coming!
Have a great weekend everyone!!!