Sharing with you this morning a little of what you will find from me if you subscribe also to lauriecarney.substack.com:
So, I did: remain very still. It’s predictable, what happens when one is still. For me, all the good stuff that happens inside of it is matched head on with doubt. This looks like going to bed groaning, wishing hard you could walk it all back—every musing, every word ever written on any platform or in any book or unpublished manuscript that feels martyrish—or throwing out a big tarp, gathering and rolling it all up, then pushing the boulder of it to the side of a cliff and watching, very satisfactorily watching, it all crash into pieces below. Then sitting and eating a big red apple.
Or alternatively and much more to my wiring, walk it all back and do it more strategically, more insightfully, more perfectly.
But I was still and, putting on Solomon, applied my mind to study and explore. To go back, it seems, is to go forward …
