Ah, Rayna ... I can
empathise with the way you feel about driving, as my
dad tried to teach
me to
no avail when I was in my early twenties many moons ago. Indeed,
I'm the
ONLY adult male member of my entire family I can think of, who
still hasn't "mastered that [to me]
elusive art".
Now back then, it didn't really bother me all that much

because I'd always been a keen cyclist ...

... relying on my bike to get me from
'A' to
'B' or 'wherever I wanted to go'.
Sadly, my late
first wife, Iris (like her mother before her) developed rheumatoid arthritis
(NOT Arthuritis, I hasten to add!) But she'd long harboured the notion to drive and - aided by a combination of sheer willpower and perseverance - finally passed her test at the age of 34 in 1973. Whereas, me ... well ...

... I never even got to the stage of sitting a test in the first place.
Oh I
did consider starting again from scratch - using a fast track method - after being widowed. But by then I was 51 ... "too old at that age", according to my mum - who promptly dismissed the very idea

by saying I should have listened to my dad all those years previously, instead of trying to "run before I could walk" so to speak.
But, of course,
you're still
young, Rayna ... time is on
your side. Speaking from personal experience, though (and no offence to Keith
!) 
sometimes - rather than being taught by our nearest and dearest - it's a wise move to engage the services of an impartial outsider.
Here's wishing you the best of luck with your efforts ... whatever your next move in that respect.
