i fucking hate picking paint colors. classic "taste exceeds ability" situation. my heart knows what it wants and i can't even describe it let alone choose the colors. sitting here surrounded by ben moore fandecks feeling dejected and frustrated

aha - posture work is asking me to hold my body in ways i'm unused to, which means i'm constantly a bit tense and uncomfortable. explains my sour mood!

bunnyposting

trees seem more beautiful without my glasses on. i can see the light and dark on the leaves, and their motion on the wind seems like a dance

a problem with my social media rn is that both the bird app and this one feel very unbalanced. bird has too much analytical / thinky energy lately, here feels too unpopulated to have variety

so both are bad experiences. though that's pushing me offline, which i'm kinda appreciating