I like hats.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a tutu, but I think I would like it too.
I did own ballet slippers when I was small. I had practice scuffs, but I loved the pretty ones like in the books and that some special kids got. When my parents gave me fancy ones with peach ribbons I could tie around my legs I was so happy. They were the most beautiful objects in the world.
This was inspired by a number of recent events where I’ve encountered folks not wanting to do stuff because they might get it wrong/not get things right the first time. Fear is the mind killer. It’s easy to be scared, but sometimes you just have to take risks and remember it’s a first draft. A first draft is essential if you want to have a second draft.
Thing 1: If you don’t write a first draft, you’ll never have a novel.
Thing 2: I said I don’t know if I should juggle!
Thing 1: Same thing
Thing 2: Yeah
Narrator: Advice: every stick as two ends
Bunson Hoppydew looks at a forked stick with three ends.
Narrator: Well, if you snapped the stick small enough…
Bunson pats the stick with protective concern.
Bunson: Why would you snap my stick?