Sanja Delić

There are women you drive with one hand.
No thinking. No effort.
They glide through your life like an automatic - shift into D and off you go.

And then there's a woman like me.

I am not comfort.
I am concentration.

With me, "more or less" doesn't cut it.
With me, you have to know where the clutch is, how much pressure it takes, when to let go and when to hold.
Get it wrong - and I'll stall.
Rush me - and I'll jerk.
Don't understand me - and you'll stay stuck in place while everyone else drives past.

Because a woman like me isn't driven.
She's learned.

I'm the one who asks you to feel the rhythm.
Not my voice - my inner tempo.
Because on the outside I can be calm, and on the inside - a storm.
And if you don't catch it in time, you'll be late for every moment that matters.

With me there's no autopilot.
No "you'll get used to it".
No "it'll get easier with time".

It'll be deeper.
It'll be more intense.
It'll be more real.

Because I wasn't built to get you from point A to point B.
I'm here so you can see whether you know how to drive at all.

And you know what's most interesting?

Men who are used to automatics
always think I'm "difficult".

But the truth is much simpler:

They weren't driving the wrong woman.
They just never learned to really drive.

Because a woman like me doesn't ask for perfection.
She asks for presence.
Hands that know what they're doing.
And a man who won't run the first time she trembles.

If you know how - driving me is freedom.
If you don't - I'll become your fear.

So don't ask whether I'm easy.
Ask yourself:

Did you ever actually learn to drive stick?