I woke up fierce this morning. Couldn’t sleep. I was thinking of a podcast I’d been listening to and my mind started clicking. More on the podcast later.
This past weekend was the 40th anniversary of Go Your Own Way. So I put it on and felt suddenly young again.
Got dressed. Significantly thinner now than in December. Wore a new sweater dress that’s a bit clingy. Still feeling pretty good.
Got off the bus, earbuds screening me from everything but the jangling sound of Lindsay Buckingham’s guitar. I picked up the beat, walking down Liberty Avenue with my black leather jacket open to cool me down, having a good hair day. Sun’s coming up. It’s dawn. I’m looking forward to the rest of the day from the soles of my boots to the top of all 5 feet 9 inches of me.
Got into work, still rocking in the elevator and swung down my corridor of IT geeks feeling my cheerios like Gisele Bundchen.
Reached into my bag for my laptop, Stevie and Lindsay still yearning in my head only to find….
I left my laptop on my dining room table.
Back on the bus feeling stupid.
Maybe if I listen to it again…