The studio room was glowing, one light streaming down on a single mic, dust particles floating like honeybees in the sun. I felt lucky and mesmerized. John and his crew stood around looking like wheat billowing in a musical field of sound, readying the moment, strange angels dancing me towards the center. I was overflowing. Naive, new…

I used to think of Naïveté as a bad thing, since people always rolled their eyes when they said it, “She’s so naive….” But I find myself thinking about it a lot right now. As I’m realizing what an essential ingredient it in the pursuit of dreams…