First, I want to thank you all soooooo much for loving these Makar as much as you all do. I’m so happy I decided to make these jingly Korok babes and I’m so over the moon at how well the community received them ❤
That being said, I know a few of you all are a bit upset about not getting your hands on a Makar this time around, and I totally understand. But, please keep in mind that: I am only one person; I only had 5 available this time around with well beyond 5 people who wanted one; they sold out within 3 minutes; and I did everything I could to make this as fair for everyone as possible.
Most importantly; I WILL make them again! Probably in another set of 5, too! I cant say for sure when that will be, but I will make them again. All you have to do is keep your eye on my updates and maybe pester me every week or so, so I know interest is still up for these little guys 😉
To those of you who snagged one, I’ll be shipping them all out tomorrow, so please check your email for your tracking number by the end of tomorrow! Thank you all so, so much, your support means the world to me ❤
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My boss doesn’t take me seriously because I’m the youngest in the office by a decade and spend most of my time making his life hell (unrelated problems).
Yesterday he asked me to help him with a problem with a program we use but wasn’t actually listening to me when I tried to help, so it wasn’t working. He asked who the expert on this program was in our office and I told him it was me. He asked who the expert was within the organisation and I told him it was me. He sent me out of his office saying he would call IT to fix it. So I very patiently went back to my desk, where my phone rang a minute later, with IT asking me to help someone who had a problem with the program.
The sheer unadulterated joy I felt making direct eye contact with my manager through the glass wall of his office whilst I answered his phone call will fuel me for WEEKS.
When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.
Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.
The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.
Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.
