Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Here is how my mind works:  I had my driving test this morning, because I have macular degeneration and have frequent checks.  I was a wreck last night.  I said to myself that I wasn't going to complain, so I shouldn't call my best friend.  Then I decided I would call but not mention it.  Yet when she asked what I was up to this week, out blurted my anxiety.  She's heard it all before, many times.  She gave me advice in one sentence.  I told myself, what does she know?  But I felt better.  This morning, waiting and waiting for the test my mind did cartwheels, summersalts, roller coaster rides.  I got an extremely calm and kind DMV woman.  I passed the test.  My friend was right.  And I was right to tell her, as I don't think I really hide anything from her.  She knows me pretty darned well.  So my gratitude is boundless:  to my friend, my husband, who said maybe you'll get a kind tester, to my son and daughter-in-law, who acted like I would of course pass, and to the tester.  Two more years before I have to do it again.  Will my mind be any calmer?  Not really, but I know who to call!