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A PIN BOARD OF SORTS & A CONFESSION.

This philosophy.

These 22 rules of storytelling by a Pixar storyboard artist.

White cake.

This article on the adolescence of American Christianity — if you’re into eight-page articles on that stuff.

This song.

And this song, too.

Now, for my confession.

Here is a sad, stupid truth: I am too practical to be creative.

Creative in the sense of making things. Stuff.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m really creative when it comes to masking the fact that I haven’t showered in three days or in soliciting information I might not necessarily be privy too. But when it comes to creating stuff, I run full speed into the wall.

If it were up to my right-brained self, I’d make this blanket. But I have no need for another blanket. I have a perfectly fine blanket. I certainly can’t fathom actually purchasing a plain white blanket, fabric paint, and heart sponges. I might purchase them and make it to give as a gift, but no one’s birthday is coming up that would want this and Mother’s Day already happened. But I love that blanket and I want to make it. But I don’t need it. The turmoil!

I know — you could just make it for me.

Great.

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