"Print out your manuscript, let someone else read it."
"Good idea," I said.
"Then you can start a new story," she said.
We'd been talking about how we keep telling the same stories to ourselves and others.
How we hold onto the same story. but it's MINE!!!
How it's really our call to let go and tell a new one.
Maybe not latch onto any story. WHAT?!
But who would we be without our stories.
Old stories are so reliable, familiar, comfy.
So what if they skip like a broken record.
this happened then this happened then this happened then this happened...
Just for today, I could tell myself a new story.
You could too.