Last week at the gym someone said to me “isn’t your husband a pilot?” (edited to add – they meant is that his job)

Ha! No! But I can see why you’d assume that based on my personal Instagram. Until I recommitted to posting more of the cats on there, it was heavily flying photos.

That person also asked me if I work at the navy base. Ha. Also no.

But that convo reminded me:

Everyone has their own little version of you they’ve created based on your interactions, and what you share online (and a load of other things). And I don’t share much about his work or mine. So why would they know?

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Another assumption people make on my rock painting social media is that the rocks I post are a commentary on what is going on in the world. For example, I posted this yesterday:

And someone commented “Well this is timely advice! Brava for your positive spirit! 👏👏👏❤️”

Ha, here’s the thing. I saw this on pippipost.shop (which I credited), liked it, and decided to copy it. Then I scheduled it to post over a week ago. So each day, it’s a surprise to me what will be on my rock Instagram (because I schedule a bunch of posts at once and can’t remember what I scheduled for when), and not a commentary on anything. Just a reflection of what I felt like painting in the past week to half a year.

But I’m glad it spoke to someone!

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Speaking of flying, I’m so grateful for a hobby that requires my total concentration and leaves no room for any other stray thoughts. What a reprieve.

Same sentiment with reading.

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And speaking of work, I’m trying so hard to disconnect on the weekends (and less successfully on weeknights). I was doing so well on Saturday then a text set me off and I was mad about that and at myself for letting it affect me so much. Ugh.