How it is here.

It's not like October. Not how I know October.

But it is October. I think so.

It's not Wednesday. But it seems like long enough. I cannot count days. I have to just go.

These are unfiltered notes. A Loose Looser Page. I am just re-reading them now, after posting. Recent interactions have me thinking about knowing but also how we might shape how others know us. Getting older is so fine. I remember Mom saying, in the latest of her days, who the hell cares what they think? They should appreciate the opportunity to know you. Really know you. That's a gift. Like it or not. And I remember the man saying, maybe way back when I first met him... if they don't know you, you don't exist. I think it was in reference to lying. Being honest.

Anyway, still stitching on this. And all of this just came about while reconsidering sharing and how hard that really is sometimes. I need to be here saying what I think. Probably that's why I am building Feel Free to be a place separate from knowing and believing and all that. A place just about the making and the how to, etc. In case you don't need to know "all of it".

I'm rambling, I know. But I'm here.