I read somewhere about people dancing in their cars. Uninhibited. Like children. Unafraid of how it looks. And though I only do that when I am driving with my kids because I think I am a little evil that way, I understand it. I want more dancing in my life. More movement in general. More decisions, no matter what they look like. A lot less fear. Or at least a lot less fear… of fear. It helps to be surrounded by people who are the very ones dancing in their cars. And I am. Surrounded. Utterly. surrounded. Maybe just laughing out loud at these people is good enough. I know I do that. A lot. And I don’t care how it looks. I think it counts.