The First One.

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Why, hello!

If you found this, it is probably because you know me and inquired about the location of my musings. If you don't know me, congratulations or... I'm sorry, you're about to. (I overshare.)

A bit about me, so you can decide if you care or not: I like to talk about real things, and hear you talk about real things. If you're more of the, "I don't like to feel feelings" persuasion, this is not the blog for you. Sorry, man. I'm probably just talking about food on Facebook, so you could just swing back that direction.

I love creating things- silly things, beautiful things, eh-ver-ry-thang sort of things, hence the name of the blog! I would like to take you on an adventure where I show you how I make art projects, talk you through uncomfortable subjects, share music that I think will move you, or whatever pops into my mind that particular day. When will I update, you ask? Uhhhhhh when something worthy of posting comes to fruition, I guess? I'm not going to be one of those bloggers that says, "New material every Friday!" because then the anxiety monster will attack. I'm also not going to call myself a blogger- I am a person that will sometimes make blogs. I can also be real awkward, just ask my silent lunchtime companion at work who I tried to befriend by talking about yogurt. Side note, we're not friends yet, check back later.

Various times I have been told that I am much more articulate via the written word. Actually, I've been told that by nearly every person who has met me in the flesh. What I project and what I internalize are often two completely different things, not because I am incapable of emoting, but because I tend to be very honest and vulnerable in my communication and like to filter that appropriately. In person I will often err on the side of being ridiculous, though my humor is a lot more calculated than anyone would probably imagine. As a person with anxiety, how I'm perceived is very important to me, even if I wish that it weren't.

Well, that is my little blurb of the day, just warming up and putting this space out into the world. If you're interested in hearing more you can subscribe to receive email updates, or you can just check back when you remember that this exists.

I hope you enjoyed this stuff and come back for more things!







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