So here’s my dare to you: Find your ignored backseat today. It doesn’t have to be a car. It could be the last two chairs in your coffee shop, the forgotten hammock in your garage, or even the floor of your closet if you’re brave.
Sit there with someone you love—or alone for a minute—and do nothing productive. Talk nonsense. Make a weird face. Let the world turn without you for a bit.
Because the magic isn’t in the seat. It’s in the permission you give yourself to be curious, to be silly, to be present. My husband still ignores the backseat sometimes—old habits, you know. But now?
Now, when he climbs in beside me, he says, “This is the best seat in the house.” And he’s right. Your ignored space is waiting. Go climb in—you might just find your favorite version of yourself hiding there.
