Seriously, peeps, I love getting to read your comments when I ask a specific question… I feel like I get to know you better, but also like it’s a safe little confessional where you get to say how you really feel without anyone telling you that you’re wrong. I swear I enjoy these little giveaway days way more than you all like winning the canvases!
But since you all do like winning the canvases, I’ll go ahead and announce the winner [according to random.org]:
This is my favorite post of yours EVER EVER EVER. And that's my favorite canvas EVER EVER EVER. Love, love, love, love, love everything you wrote! YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not going to lie, I just about died laughing when her number came up in random.org… because I’ve never seen so much enthusiasm in a comment, let alone have it be the winning comment!
Congratulations!!! Email me your mailing address to email@example.com and I’ll get the canvas shipped off to you!
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You know how people always talk about being a people pleaser like it’s a bad thing? I actually don’t mind it. I like being able to make people happy whenever I can. I don’t mind that sometimes I don’t get what I want if someone else is giddy over getting their way. I don’t mind working on projects that have zero importance to me as long as they are important to someone else and that person is pleased by having it done.
People pleasing hasn’t been all that bad, really.
Then I started getting emails from some of you … and being a people pleaser, I want to make you happy … but I’m torn because I cannot express to you how silly I feel standing in a bathroom pointing a camera at myself in the mirror for the express purpose of posting it on the internet.
It’s just so not my personality.
But you people… you’re like a dog with a bone. Yes, I cut my hair. Yes, I now have a computer that can process my photos. Yes, you can stop emailing to ask me about it. Because yes, I above all else want to make you happy.
Here’s the haircut:
I seriously have got to work on this people pleasing problem.