Reminder: You actually don’t suck.
Some people struggle with overconfidence, with overselling themselves, with thinking they’re God’s gift to the world. Not me. I think a lot of us tend to … Continue reading Reminder: You actually don’t suck.
Category: Just Thoughts
Save 25% in my Etsy shop!
“The only thing you sometimes have control over is perspective. You don’t have control over your situation. But you have a choice about how you view … Continue reading Save 25% in my Etsy shop!
Like Hamilton, there’s a million things I haven’t done
They say “Hamilton” is an amazingly mind-blowing Broadway show. Often enough, I disagree with “they.” But in this case — holy cow “they” are right. It’s … Continue reading Like Hamilton, there’s a million things I haven’t done
Can’t stop, won’t stop?
That’s the funny thing about time, it just keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future. No sooner do you accomplish one thing, then just like … Continue reading Can’t stop, won’t stop?
Inktober and NaNoWriMo: Sometimes you can’t do All The Things
If at all possible, I like to overdo things. Sometimes it feels like All The Things. But that’s the problem: I WANT to do All The Things! Life is short, right? Especially when you’re only five feet tall. (hah…. short … Continue reading Inktober and NaNoWriMo: Sometimes you can’t do All The Things
Let’s try this again
Facebook ads.
If you ever dare show even a REMOTE interest in something that pops up on your newsfeed, good luck. That ad will not leave you alone ever again. Ever. For the rest of eternity.
wedding: brushes, and a then-boyfriend, now-fiance, almost-husband
I have a bad habit of buying stuff that I never end up using. Clothes. Gadgets. Rosetta Stone Spanish (I’ll get to that SOMEDAY Jessie! Promise!).
And a set of bamboo ink brushes. I got them sometime during my senior year of college.
That was seven years ago.
All this time, those brushes have sat, still in the packaging, in my art drawer. They moved with me from my parents’ house, to my first apartment, to my boyfriend’s house, to the apartment I now share with that then-boyfriend, now-fiance, almost-husband.
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