When you remember that you do own that Fleetwood Mac album. . .and when you realize that you do have the inner resources to get through your hard time.
One day I was at a birth and the family played Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors. There is nothing like Lindsey Buckingham’s guitar in Never Going Back to add energy, calm, and inspiration all at once.
Sometimes though on an ordinary Thursday, you need a song with enough buoyancy to keep you afloat. (in my case, a day with a teenager pushing up against college application deadlines).
I stood in the pre-dawn silence, pre-coffee, craving the drive and conversation in the bassline in Over my Head. . .in its full album context, without ads.
I waited for the water to boil, knowing that though I owned several Fleetwood Mac albums. But an ap interface redesign stood between music that I purchased in the 90s and my speakers.
One day I had started to let the phone do the thinking for me—so that I could slice melon and get six people fed. I started hearing ads. I lost access to information about the music. An algorithm, instead of an artist, decided what song should come next. I nearly forgot that I owned hundreds of albums that I loved and can rely on for inspiration.
But today, I took the time to click around and find an album that I owned since the 90s. Before the coffee was brewed, Christine McVie’s voice, and the brain-tingling guitar harmonics were giving me motivation to start another day.
I have more to share about how to get in touch with assets and strengths that we already possess.
This is an invitation to take a step toward being more intentional, during pregnancy, as you’re raising or growing your family, or as you’re becoming a grandparent.
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