I’m trying to be productive—but as always—I find it difficult to find my focus. I put on some Fleetwood Mac to help calm and sort the windows and tabs in my head. I feel myself find a groove, but then I hear
"Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?"
I ignore the nagging pop-up and continue on. This shit needs to get done, I say and continue on. Then, like clockwork
"It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully
To the sound of your loneliness"
Is that’s what happening here? I ask myself. I realize She’s back to uproot everything I’ve been working on again
"Oh, thunder only happens when it's rainin'
Players only love you when they're playin’"
Aye dios! I exclaim. This mujer is brilliant—yes I’m going to toot my own fucking horn. I’m a mother-fucking brilliant bitch & you have Stevie Nicks to thank for influencing the magic you are about to witness.
"When the rain washes you clean, you'll know. . . "