I want to build a barn with a couple horses in it.
I want to build a photography studio.
I want to gut my kitchen/dining room and bathroom and build brand new.
Unfortunately, all I have to build with is a tote full of Legos.
Do you see me?
Are you sure?
Because I feel much, much bigger on the inside than I look like on the outside.
Like the wardrobe on Narnia? That has a back door that opens into a whole ‘nother secret world?
Yeah, I feel like that.
I filled out a job application last week. On paper? I suck hairy sweaty ass.
It’s just a job in a kitchen, but it’s a job.
I just know there’s someone out there willing to pay me a decent wage. I just haven’t found them yet.