Not knowing what I'm worth.

I gave everybody super cheap rates at the craft fair today for faery hair, in an effort to support the event and because I'm shit at asking for what I am worth.

The result was that I got zero tips and one person even shorted me ten bucks.

I made the same in 8 hours plus load in/load out that I make in 4 hours at the studio.

It's a really good lesson, to not put myself in an environment like that. It's not their fault, it's entirely my issue.

I still came home decently paid for a day's work, and with warm fuzzies from conversations, but working in the studio would have been a million times better. Now I know.

It was nice to socialize, but I can just attend and shop if I want to do that, I don't have to work to see my people.

beastmode

Honestly this is just for some eye candy if anybody wants to see Huberman carry a 72lb rock shirtless up Mt Pisgah (in Oregon, I've been there many times).

Watch on YouTube

PhDs are hot enough without tats and bulked up muscles but daaaaaaaaaamn.

My type is more lean, to be fair, but this is just too impressive to not drool a little bit.

It's kinda crazy to think about how this dude is younger than I am and also looks like my dad.

Like how my step-dad looks like a grandfather.

Life just keeps life-ing.