Tests make me cringe.
Always have and always will.
They put pressure on me
and make me anxious.
Decisions waiting to be made
put me to the test
because I cannot predict
how things will turn out.
A new dining table
requires driving north
for an overnighter
testing my ability to coordinate schedules.
Spontaneity in itself
can be a challenge
as it tests my ability
to go with the flow, to follow my guts.
Hiking Poet 