A Little White Lie to Myself

I think I might have finally admitted to myself that my work-from-home arrangement is not just for flexibility and comfort, but also because I'm a little afraid of driving. Don't get me wrong, I know the roads well enough, and driving isn't a big deal most days. But lately, there's been this nagging feeling in the back of my mind when I think about getting behind the wheel, especially during rush hour or bad weather. So I've started telling myself it’s all for work efficiency, but deep down, I know it’s partially because of my fears. It's a small thing, and maybe no one would blame me if they knew why I really stay home. But lying to myself feels worse somehow.