count the cars that have their windows down, 
you’ll feel less embarrassed that yours are down too.
listen to the music loud enough that you have to sing above a hum to hear yourself,
sing like you’re practicing for the National Anthem at Kroger Field, 
sing like everyone’s watching but no one’s judging. 
catch a glimpse of everyone else in the car from time to time. 
look at them sing, look at how the wind tosses their hair,
look at their hands out the window, making waves.

momentarily, feel no guilt for existing imperfectly.
momentarily, love how everyone else around you is existing imperfectly, too.