Things are often not what they seem.
Lately, many things are not what I see.
I’m in a loop of misreadings.*
While reading a church service program
What I read:
Following the service you may stay for prayer, or exist silently.
What it actually said:
Following the service you may stay for prayer, or exit silently.
While reading a fashion & style blog
What I read:
An Object of Desire: The Perfectly Colored Blog
What it actually said:
An Object of Desire: The Perfectly Colored Bag
While paying bills
What I read:
Accounts Pliable
What it really said:
Accounts Payable
I much prefer a pliable balance.
Do we see what we want to see? And is the tired mind a conduit for surprising, better lines of our own?
I have a friend who writes every night, in bed, before going to sleep. Even when she is tired. Especially when she is tired. That's when the good stuff happens, she says. The mind is slogged and lets loose what is normally corrected and contained.
May we all have tired but willing, pliable minds (and bank accounts).
What are you reading, or misreading?
* With a nod to Sarah J. Sloat, a writer who often shares misreadings on her blog, The Rain in My Purse.