I don’t actually have a follow-up on this, it just felt like a catchy thing to say.
But if I was trying to boil it down into something meaningful, it would be something like this: If you really believed in something and it turned out to not just be wrong, but very wrong, don’t beat yourself up over it, just acknowledge it, learn from it, and move on.
It’s kind of fortune cookie wisdom, but it’s mid-week and my watch told me I’d have a harder time thinking today, so that’s what you get.
But also this artsy black and white photo of my feet next to a pipe by the river edge as a bonus:
