One more random thought for the day: Fleetwood Mac. One of my favorite bands of all time. I remember sitting in the parking lot of my high school, after having received a mixed tape (yes, I just wrote that) from one of my boyfriends. You see, I did have a few boyfriends before dating Zach. Yes, this is shocking considering we started dating at 16. Also a bit frightening. DAD. Letting your daughter date that young.
Anyway, I would sit there and listen to this music, some of the greatest of all time. I'm so drawn to words- how they are sung, at what pitch, how they weave together to reflect something. Anything. As a teenager trying to figure out who the heck I was, music was my beacon. Still is. Fleetwood Mac was fun and serious and gave me a glimpse into real life, and how it would feel to keep growing up. I thought I wasn't cool, listening to Fleetwood. I hid it in my car, but one day my friend John (fellow moody deep thinker) heard me listening to my tape, and gave me the look of approval. Like, "wow, you are cool. This music is what moody deep thinkers listen to and we are cool." Once I saw that a friend liked them too, my love for Fleetwood grew deeper. I still listen to them all the time- it is perfect music for long runs and reflecting. And remembering the boyfriend who made that mixed tape, and laughing at myself for thinking that guy was worth it :). But hey, thanks for the tape!