[Kaderin Triste]

Sometimes I wish I was one of those people who had passions that pay. People who know what they want to be when they grow up and can make it happen.
Instead I'm an adult who will never know what they want to be when they grow up. And my passions are things you can't really make a living at. No one is gonna pay me to snuggle cats. Or read books quietly. To myself. Without writing a review or article afterwards. Or to sit at home and loom knit. (And yeah, people will buy the things I make...so long as I massively undervalue my time. Because no one wants to pay almost $70 for a hand-made, one of a kind, stuffed animal when they can pick up some cheaply made, mass-produced in a sweatshop stuffed animal at Walmart for $5. So I basically have to charge 50%-80% less than I should in order to actually sell anything.)