Here is the final minecraft skin of your sona! It was very difficult to translate into blocks, but very rewarding.
This is so cool!!! :D
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“some women just aren’t wired to be mothers.” define wired. what does it mean to be wired for motherhood, or not wired for motherhood. what’s your definition of a good mother? is it a stereotype? probably. if it’s not, what you actually mean to say is “some women are just too flawed to be mothers.” “some women are just too selfish/lazy/insane to be mothers.” that’s not something to normalize, it’s something to remedy.
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You're a loom weaver!? That's so cool! How did you get started??
It’s only a hobby but yes! (I don’t unfortunately do it for my job but that sounds awesome) I have three looms right now (wow that’s a lot!) Two are rigid heddle looms and one is an inkle loom
Here’s my first project on and off the loom!
And here’s my inkle loom with a tablet weaving project on it and a towel I submitted for a competition (it didnt win but I love it anyway)
I be honest I don’t really remember when I knew I wanted to try it but I do remember wanting to get one for several years but agreeing with my parents when they said i should wait until after I finished college so I just contented myself with watching youtube videos for a while!
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When I was a kid, I wanted to be like my father and grandfather, who lived to work, loved what they did, and were honored, respected and loved by the entire family for how hard they worked and being good providers.
When I was a teenager, I couldn't wait to get my first job. I thought people would respect me more, that I'd be so grown up. I also wanted my own money to spend as I wished and was heartbroken when I saw how tiny my minimum wage paycheck was after taxes.
But I had big career goals and always had a job while I pursued the education I needed for my dream career. When that career began to materialize, I lived, breathed, and dreamed it until it fizzled out.
My plan B worked out pretty well, and for a time I had big ambitions for this second career, too. But it's been harder and harder to hold onto those goals or even find any satisfaction in my work.
I'm just tired, burned out, and want to never work again. I do the least I can for the most pay possible and not a lick more. I've never felt the respect I thought I'd get for being so good at doing so many things, for being savvy enough to latch onto good opportunities as they arise, for working so hard for so long and supporting myself and my kids. I've come to realize reverence for "a good provider" only applies to men and if you're a woman, all your accomplishments will always be evaluated next to what aspect of mothering you had to slack off on- it's a no-win situation if you're a woman. The world will always see you as a mother if you have kids, as a failed woman if you forgo them for your career. You're damned if you do, damned if you don't.
So now work is just a thing I have to do to survive and I wish I had some job that demanded nothing of my creativity or mind but at this point I'm going to just stick it out and hope I can afford to retire while I'm still healthy and alert enough to enjoy what's left of my time.
Every work email feels like it's prying tiny chunks off my heart. I'm so, so tired and spend at least a few minutes every day trying not to cry.
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