Or, I can blast music and sing aloud. I can dance in my seat. I can cry or rage or recite poetry or whatever I please. Traveling alone in a car is private and productive time. It is covering distance, planning the future, and reviewing the past. It is pleasant possibility, or arduous and grueling. It is whatever I make it out to be.
I allow the time I spend in my car to be soul-satisfying. If I look at it the right way, my commute is a blessing.