There are so many things I want to do. I want to start building furniture. I want to refinish furniture that other people have thrown out. I want to throw paint on the wall. I want to make beautiful curtains and pillows. I really want to make a hexagon quilt. And maybe a color block quilt as well. I want to make all the wall art that I put on my walls. I want to build build-ins (perhaps I should wait for when I actually live in my own house and not in my crazy landlord's house). I want to go to thrift stores and find a $5 dress and make it a fabulous dress. I want to turn a normal glass bottle into a piece of art. I want to reupholster furniture. I want to live the life I've always imagined.
I'm not cut out for a 9 to 5 sit at a desk job. All those years ago, my dad was right: I need to find and do a job that I love, regardless of that whole silly money thing of course.
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