Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant past, I found myself entangled in the labyrinth of pricing my creative work.…
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Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant past, I found myself entangled in the labyrinth of pricing my creative work.…
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I still remember the day I found the old key to my grandmother’s antique shop. It was hidden away in…
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Watercolor painting, they said. It’ll be relaxing, they promised. So there I was, armed with a pristine sheet of paper…
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I used to think yoga was just something people did to show off on Instagram—a kind of flexible humblebrag. But…
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As I sit amidst my collection of vintage bicycles and restored antiques, I often find myself pondering the beauty of…
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I once turned my apartment into a chaotic arena of ink and squeegees, all in pursuit of screen printing glory.…
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I remember the time I bought yet another overpriced, mass-produced journal, convinced it would finally transform me into the kind…
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I once crafted a story so flat, so mind-numbingly dull, it could have been used as a sleep aid. It…
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Ever found yourself standing in front of a group of people, the projector whirring like a tired fan, and you…
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I once had a client who demanded “copy that sizzles.” I obliged, with a headline that was fire—literally. “Scorching Deals…
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