A songwriter who wrote many songs, felt like she repeated herself. Like it was the same song over and over, similar tempo, melodies, arrangements. she hated this and swore she would make efforts to sound different. She tried collaborating with people whose expertise was in different areas than hers, she tried different producers, arrangers and new musicians but at the end of the day the results sounded like they did 10,000 times before and her habits still were shining through. Real change to her, would be making songs that didn’t remind her of her herself. She woke up each morning regretting the fact she still had not changed. Then she had a dream where her pet chihuahua told her to stop judging herself negatively and after taking his advice heard her new music and didn’t recognize herself as the author. It was awesome but when she woke up she realized it was meaningless, she didn’t have a pet chihuahua.