It happened on a very hot day back in 2008, as I was exiting the freeway. I remember as clear as yesterday, when this epiphany hit me more profoundly than anything had at the time. The voice within said ‘you are not defined by the car you drive’. I was driving my husband’s old Honda and the windows hardly went down, the air conditioning didn’t work and the stereo was crap. While sitting at the light just off that exit ramp sweating profusely, I felt absolutely liberated.