july 28 sfw

Two separate people thought yesterday's post was about it being my birthday (which it wasn't). When I wrote it I didn't even pause to consider that it could come across that way, but now that I think about it, I guess I understand. I don't say this to poke fun of the two people who thought that, of course; I found it interesting and kind of delightful and I thought about it all day. That made me think about how there is sometimes a disconnect between what people are trying to express (to me, to you, to whomever) and how it comes across (to me, to you, to whomever). Anais Nin once wrote something like "we don't see things as they are we see them as we are" and ain't that the truth. I'd write more but I feel weird. On edge and wound tight, say. Sometimes when I feel weird like this I know I should write. That I want to write. Sometimes, like today, I don't. Today I want to go gently into whatever the next thing is. You know? 🌲 gonna 🌼 go 🌱 touch do 🌳 grass stuff 🌷 now Be good to…