Day 39: Adding Texture to Zentangle Patterns

Day 39: Adding Texture to Zentangle Patterns

Did you think I wasn’t going to finish the One Zentangle a Day thing? Yeah, me too. Surprise! With Day 39 complete, I only have three days left in the course. I’m going to finish the thing! Let’s explore adding texture to Zentangle patterns.

It’s been a week, though. If you have seen my Twitter feed, you know we are currently sans dishwasher at casa Suess. We bought one back in December from Lowe’s that was promised in-stock when I handed over the credit card and then mysteriously wasn’t in stock on the day it was scheduled to be installed. We found out from the contractor Lowe’s hired to do the installation.

Pissed, we went to a different store. We had to pay more money for the dang thing, but we figured that because it was a local store, we wouldn’t have any issues with service. They delivered and installed our new dishwasher as promised. It was brand new, and it was pretty. Unfortunately, it was also defective. We are scheduled to have it swapped out with a new unit on Thursday.

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Until then, though, we are two disabled people trying to get through life without a dishwasher. I can’t even begin to tell you what a nightmare that is. I also can’t explain why it seems to have complicated every other part of our daily life, but boy has it.

The reason I mention all that is because putting together this video for the One Zentangle a Day series on my YouTube channel was an absolute nightmare. And I guess I’m attributing my struggles to the overwhelming chaos that seems to be connected to us not having a dishwasher. I hope you like this video, but if you don’t it’s the dishwasher’s fault.

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100 Things About Me

100 Things About Me

1. Tacos are my happy place.

2. I used to write a newsletter called The Rabbit Hole.

3. I love quirky socks but rarely wear them.

4. I make the perfect club sandwich.

5. When people ask me how I sleep at night, I answer, “medical marijuana.”

6. My favorite TV show is The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.

7. I can’t drive anymore.

8. I draw Zentangles to deal with stress.

9. My first Cabbage Patch doll was named Barbie Julina.

10. I crave Kraft Dinner when I am depressed.

11. My first blog, and my first 100 Things post, was on AOL Journals.

12. I’m trying hard not to make any of these things about brain cancer.

13. I think I just failed.

14. I’ve stopped caring about my physical appearance for self-preservation and rarely look in mirrors anymore.

15. Sometimes I forget to check for boogers before I leave the house.

16. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving.

17. I have lived in two states and five cities.

18. I started this list five weeks ago.

19. My idea of hell is paying money to travel by plane.

20. I name house plants and robot vacuums.

21. I frequently dream that my teeth are falling out.

22. I like to play video games on XBox, but I am generally very bad at it.

23. My favorite games are Fallout 4, Skyrim, and State of Decay 2.

24. I prefer unloading a dishwasher to loading one.

25. As of this writing, I have had 23 brain MRIs.

26. My favorite cover of any song ever is this one.

27. The last time I drove a car in real life was May 30, 2015.

28. I miss it.

29. My first attempt at college—immediately after high school—was a complete failure.

30. I didn’t go back full-time until I was 26.

31. I majored in English.

32. I tried legally growing marijuana in my house, but my cat kept eating it.

33. I get migraines a lot.

34. I can tell one is coming when I see squiggly lines in my vision and I can’t read.

35. The squiggle is almost always followed by one of my arms going numb for a little while.

36. It’s usually the left arm, but sometimes it’s my right one.

37. During one particularly bad migraine, I could barely talk.

38. When I was little, I thought the lyrics were, “Help me Rhonda, yeah, get around in my car.”

39. I am a dog person.

40. I lived in an apartment that didn’t allow pets for a couple of years and it nearly broke me.

41. I have a small collection of Deadpool memorabilia that includes a Funko, a Funko keychain, a doll, and a bathrobe.

42. I have a public Amazon wishlist because people are always asking me how they can help.

43. I am a Spoonie.

44. I collect literal spoons.

45. This is totally a coincidence.

46. The first movie I remember seeing in the theater is Willow.

47. My parents thought about naming me Kristen.

48. My fictional character personality triptych includes Anne Shirley, Daria Morgendorffer, and Louise Belcher.

49. I cannot stand the smell of vinegar.

50. I like to do crossword puzzles.

51. The first thing I do when I return home from anywhere is put on pajamas.

52. I sleep with a weighted blanket and it has changed my life!

53. I’m a picky eater but am not generally offended by what other people like to eat. HOWEVER, if you put elbow macaroni in your chili we cannot be best friends.

54. Logging into Facebook makes me literally, physically ill.

55. I think Burger King’s cheesy tots are superior to McDonald’s fries, and I am willing to fight you over it.

56. If I could have dinner with any person tonight—past, present, or future—I’d pick Dan.

57. I regularly have to remind myself that I am not bad at saving money, I am just poor.

58. I saw Marie Osmond in the Sound of Music circa 1994.

59. I experienced paralyzing night terrors for the week I tried gabapentin.

60. My biggest regret in life so far is taking a job I knew I’d hate for an extra $15,000 a year.

61. I am allergic to sulfa drugs.

62. The older I get, the more liberal I get. A conservative told me the opposite would happen.

63. I have never been inside an IKEA.

64. In fourth grade all my friends were listening to NKOTB. I was listening to Simon & Garfunkel.

65. Lemon ginger tea is my favorite.

66. I frequently get too exhausted to sit up.

67. I grew up in a town of about 7,000 people.

68. My first real job was working for a photographer at the mall.

69. I didn’t know I could write well until one of my professors told me so and then encouraged me to become a writing tutor my junior year of college.

70. I am all for abolishing the Electoral College.

71. My two internships at IUPUI were with Indiana Women Work and Central Indiana Jobs with Justice.

72. In 2018 I sent 251 postcards to voters.

73. I had my picture taken with the Klement’s sausages at Al’s Run in Milwaukee.

74. In approximately forty years, I have lived in 5 homes, 3 apartments, and 1 condo.

75. When I was young, I thought being introverted was a personality flaw.

76. I bought my dog a toy sloth and named it Cole. Cole Sloth. Get it?

77. I have two older brothers.

78. I like to watch Japanese baking videos on YouTube.

79. I am a backyard birder.

80. My favorite food is ice cream.

81. I haven’t been to a movie theater since 2015.

82. I have the same birthday as my husband’s twin’s wife.

83. I’m an INFJ.

84. My first car was a 1994 Pontiac.

85. I want to see the Pacific Ocean IRL.

86. I can name all of Santa’s reindeer.

87. In fourth grade, I intentionally misspelled a word and took second place in our school spelling bee so I wouldn’t have to move on to the regional one.

88. I still haven’t told my mom.

89. My favorite cartoon is Bob’s Burgers.

90. I’ve survived two tornadoes.

91. I am better at asking for help than I used to be.

92. I hate talking on the phone.

94. My pet peeve is being told I should be polite, not angry, when addressing someone who is causing me harm.

95. I live every day of my life on the edge of catastrophic breakdown. So yes, when something small goes wrong it’s a BFD. When something major goes wrong, my brain starts shutting down to protect itself.

96. I left the heavier stuff for the end because I don’t think anyone will read this far.

97. Sometimes I wonder who will live longer, me or my dog. (Update: me.)

98. When I’m in a bad mood, I sometimes read Pat Robertson quotes for a laugh. Like this gem: “The feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.”

99. I am not brave for living life with cancer; I have no choice. I am brave for having dumped two different men who threatened suicide if I left them.

100. My favorite place to eat breakfast is Waffle House.

Results of Brain MRI No.17

Results of Brain MRI No.17

Last night the results of Brain MRI #17 posted to my patient portal. So as not to bury the lede: my brain tumor is unchanged from September, but I still have to see my oncologist tomorrow morning to talk about it.

After tomorrow, though, I have two whole weeks off from medical appointments. I won’t know what to do with myself! Oh wait, yes I will. I’ll stress over the fact my next appointment is with a new primary care physician.

Dr. S left the practice months ago, and I had to wait for an opening to establish care with a new one. This comes just shortly after switching neuro-oncologists, and adding palliative care to the mix. So while my cancer might be stable, I am…not so much. I feel ways. Many, many ways.

I don’t think I have the emotional energy for it, so I’m not going to do the usual thing where I break my back trying to help you understand how complicated a switch like this is for me. What I will say is going to new doctors is hard. Going to new doctors after prolonged gaslighting and trauma is—

Oh, hello, fetal position.

Friday’s MRI was scheduled for 7:15 in the morning. No idea why I agreed to that time. I don’t even remember doing it. I mean, I remember sitting on my bed talking to the hospital scheduler and agreeing to something; I don’t remember that “something” was 7:15 in the goddamn morning.

I was clean and appropriately dressed for the occasion, but when the medical receptionist checking me in asked if my dad was a doctor, I stared at her questioningly with my tired brain for a long, hard second. Finally, I got the joke I’ve heard a million times before and forced a laugh, “No relation,” I said.

The technician took me back to an even darker corner of the hospital basement. Every MRI starts with setting up an IV for the contrast and getting asked the same thirty or so questions. Do you have a pacemaker, shrapnel, tattoo, piercings, and so on. Then they check to make sure they’ve got the right person matched with the right procedure.

“And what are we scanning for you today?” the tech asked.

“My brain.”

“And what’s the reason you’re having the MRI?”

“Oh, I’ve got this brain tumor.” I tried to make it sound like no big deal, but my tech was an empathizer. The answer made him pause.

“Oh,” he said, looking me straight in the eye.

“I’M NOT FUCKING GO TO CRY YET!” I screamed internally.

We walked back to the room with the body-sized tube and the super-heavy, super-wide door. And I assumed the position.

Not every machine is the same—there can sometimes be huge differences, at least from a patient’s perspective, even among machines in a single radiology department.

The one I got Friday didn’t have headphones or music. I got foam earplugs. It wasn’t as roomy as the ones at Barnes-Jewish or Siteman either. There was no light inside. It was very much like my first MRI in a mobile unit in a trailer in a clinic parking lot in Danville, IL. Right down to the washcloth I asked them to put over my eyes.

The very caring tech Friday reminded me of the very caring tech in 2017. “Hey, I haven’t left yet!” he tapped my knee. He was yelling so I could hear him with the earplugs in. “Squeeze the panic ball for me so I know it’s working!” A loud tone sounded out in the room.

“Great! Let’s get this over!” I think he said. I gave a thumbs up.

The thing about trauma is that it’s not just the bad things that are triggers. In fact, my personal experience is that the bad triggers are easier to anticipate and therefore easier to ignore. But most of the time I can’t even identify a good trigger, like a very caring rad tech, until it’s too late.

I don’t use the term PTSD, but I often wonder if I qualify. Friday morning I didn’t just remember how scared I was in 2017. I *was* that scared again. For several terrifying minutes, I couldn’t bend my toes. None of my doctors believed me. The weight of their dismissiveness sitting on my chest was so real it could have cracked a rib.

Luckily what I lack in strength, I make up for in resilience. I pulled out of the episode and back into the present by wondering what I’d do if Iran missed Chicago by a hundred and forty miles while I was inside. When that caused its own set of anxiety-related problems, I attempted to do my Alphabethical List of Things thing.

“The category is: the cosmos. And go!”

Asteroid, Black Hole, Constellation, Dark Matter, Einstein, Fusion, Gravitational Wave…

Just being totally honest—I’m still on the verge of tears more than 48 hours later. I’m not crying 24/7, but my mouth is perpetually turned downward and the muscles in the back of my throat ache sharply.

I want to cry, actually. So I can move on. It’s like wanting to vomit so you can be done with the nausea.

This is the aftermath of a “bad” MRI for me. Not all of them trigger me, but enough of them do that I get scanxiety for two solid weeks ahead of the appointment. I’m at my physical and emotional weakest during these times, and so it’s harder to push the usual cancer thoughts out of the way.

If I lash out, flake out, withdraw, or tell you where you can put your positive thinking, at least you’ll know why. It’s because to get the results of Brain MRI No.17, I had to go through Brain MRI No.17.

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About My Disability Case Against Lincoln Financial Group

About My Disability Case Against Lincoln Financial Group

The legal assistant assigned to my disability case against Lincoln Financial Group called me at the end of last week. She said they just needed a couple of signatures from Dan and me and a copy of my SSDI award letter. Then they’d be ready to ship off the entire appeal. This month is the deadline.

She gave me a quick rundown of everything they are submitting with my file, and—whatever LFG decides on this second appeal—I feel better just knowing there are people out there to push back against the insurance company’s lies and the lies of the doctors, like Samuels and Hartner, who shill for them.

It’s also been really nice not getting any emails or phone calls from the claims specialists that work for LFG since I found legal representation. I don’t know how employees like Ann and Sherry can do what they do to people in my situation. HR at Lincoln Financial must offer certified empathy extraction benefits along with vision and dental.

One thing the disability attorney managed to nail down was a sworn statement from my neuro-oncologist at Barnes-Jewish. “It’s going to be submitted as additional documentation after the deadline,” the legal assistant explained. “But he’s been out of the country for a while, so our hands were kind of tied.”

I’m stunned. Absolutely stunned that they are getting this from Dr. A. He’s good at the cancer stuff, but kind of impossible to pin down. I’d say 95% of my interactions with his office, including treatment and follow-up visits, at the cancer center have been with his NP, his nurses, and his office coordinator. I know that’s normal, but it’s far from ideal—even when you’re not fighting insurance.

Anyway, I asked the legal assistant how much time Lincoln Financial had to reach a decision on the appeal. I couldn’t remember. The answer is 45 days from the date of submission, but with a caveat. Since the sworn statement from Dr. A will be arriving later, LFG may request more time to review the additional evidence and it could be up to 90 days before I hear anything.

“Lincoln isn’t bad for missing deadlines—some other companies we deal with are terrible—but we’ll file a formal ERISA complaint if we don’t hear from them by their deadline,” the legal assistant said.

Do I think LFG will take another 45 days just to review one statement from my doctor? Yes. Yes, I do. Every day they don’t pay a claimant is another day they can earn interest on the stockpiles of cash they make from hoarding money that is supposed to be disbursed to disabled policyholders but isn’t.

My dad, who has always been really good at money, doesn’t pay his bills too soon before the due date for this same reason. “It’s silly to pay the bill as soon as I get it when that money could be making me more money,” he says.

The huge difference of course being that Dad isn’t holding someone else’s money. If he were doing what LFG is doing, we’d all be calling it theft.

Something to keep in mind, because the process for appealing cancelled disability claims is so stinking confusing, is that the appeals process is not anything at all like an actual lawsuit. There’s no independent third party, like a judge, weighing the evidence yet.

Both of my appeals of LFG’s egregious decision (the first one I made on my own, and now this one with my attorney) are appeals to the company itself. It’s nothing more than me saying, “Hey, you guys are wrong. Here’s why. Change your mind or be sued.”

LFG’s employees use language to try and make us all think the appeals process is about reviewing facts and making the right call. They’re spraying Febreeze on a pile of bullshit, guys. Being disabled as defined by your policy isn’t enough to win a disability appeal. You also have to convince them it’ll cost them more in the long run not to pay you.

I knew this in my gut from the day LFG cancelled on me, but I was so blinded by rage in the early stages that it was hard for me to wrap my brain around it. With a little more mental clarity, I see the appeals process for what it really is. Me saying, “Hey, bitches. Look at all this stuff I’ll be taking to the judge when it’s time to sue. Sure will cost a lot of money for you to prepare your defense and then lose anyway.”

Knowing Lincoln Financial will be holding my money hostage for at least another three months, seems like a good time to plug my serial memoir, Who You Gonna Believe.

How to Make Crock Pot Cannabutter

How to Make Crock Pot Cannabutter

To save some money I learned how to make crock pot cannabutter that I could use in homemade edibles. I am by no means an expert, but I want to share what I’ve learned.

When it comes to medical marijuana, I prefer edibles. For me, the pain-relief is better and lasts longer. The downside? Dispensary edibles cost a small fortune. This is my recipe for how to make cannabutter in a crockpot.

Crock Pot Cannabutter Recipe

The first time I made slow cooker cannabutter, I was overwhelmed with advice. Everyone had a different recipe and a different method. My chemo brain just couldn’t handle all that. I needed a crockpot cannabutter recipe for dummies, so I whittled away until I could identify the most basic steps:

  1. Decarb the weed.
  2. Slow cook the weed in butter.
  3. Use the cannabutter in a recipe.

Step 1: Decarb the weed

Time: 30 minutes

If you don’t decarb cannabis, your cannabutter could be really disappointing. The THC needs to be activated by this simple process, and a few minutes in the oven will do the trick. Here’s what to do:

Materials

  • Baking sheet
  • Parchment paper
  • 6-7 grams of weed
  • Oven

Instructions

Preheat your oven to 250 °F (120 °C). Place marijuana on a parchment-lined baking sheet and bake on the middle oven rack for about 30 minutes.

FYI: Decarbing will make your house smell like weed.

Notes on Decarbing

Break up whole buds into smaller pieces first. This increases surface area and allows things to heat more evenly.

Some people are very particular about breaking bud, recommending you do it by hand or with a manual grinder. (Get your pieces too small and they might burn or be hard to strain later.)

But because of cancer fatigue, I’m from the School of Do Everything the Easiest Way Possible. I recommend giving whole buds a couple of quick pulses in a clean coffee or spice grinder, being careful not to overdo it.

That said, it’s even easier if you use shake. Shake is essentially just the debris left after trimming and handling buds. There’s no need to grind it because it’s already the perfect size.

Added bonus: because shake’s ugly and contains some stem pieces, it’s a lot cheaper than whole flower.

Step 2: Slow Cook the Weed in Butter

Time: 3 hours

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Materials

  • Small crock pot (1.5 to 2 quart capacity)
  • Reusable basket coffee filter
  • 3/4 c. butter

Instructions

Warm 3/4 c. (1 1/2 sticks) butter in the slow cooker on the lowest heat setting until it is completely melted.

Put the decarbed weed in the reusable filter and place the filter in the melted butter. Steep for about three hours, on low stirring occasionally. The butter will turn murky and green.

Turn off the crock pot and let the cannabutter cool for about an hour. The goal is to cool it enough it won’t burn you, but not so much it becomes too thick to strain.

Lift the filter basket out of the cannabutter, letting the liquid drain completely back into the crock pot. If the cannabutter looks disgusting, you’re doing it right. Discard the used marijuana.

There may be fine bits of marijuana and really gross looking milk solids floating in your butter. To strain these, simply pour the cannabutter through the emptied filter basket and into a clean container.

After straining you’ll end up with about a 1/2 c. of cannabutter.

Strained cannabutter looks a lot like guacamole.

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Notes on Dosing

The most important thing to keep in mind if you’re new to slow cooker cannabutter or edibles in general: YOUR MILEAGE MAY VARY. Start small, give it a couple of hours to kick in, and adjust as necessary.

Effects aren’t immediate. I usually feel them between 90 minutes and 2 hours after I’ve eaten. If, after only 15 minutes you think “this isn’t doing anything” and you keep eating more, you could end up like the cop who made pot brownies and called 911 because he thought he and his wife were dead.

Personally, I find the cannabutter I make using these ratios to be nice and potent. But then I’m really sensitive to edibles. For example, if I use cannabuter as-is on an English muffin, I will only need a pat about the size of a pea.

How I Portion Brownies

If I make a pan of brownies with this cannabutter, I will only need a piece about the size of a mini candy bar (that’s right Mini—the smallest size, not to be confused with her big sister Fun Size).

Since I typically only take weed before bed, a 9 x 13 pan of brownies can last 9 months—no exaggeration—saving me literally a thousand dollars over dispensary prices. (Pro-tip: Cut cooled brownies into full-sized candy bar-ish portions for a full week of edibles, vac-seal, and freeze. I use a FoodSaver.)

Step 3: Use the Cannabutter in Your Favorite Recipe

Time: Varies by recipe

Cannabutter has a distinct flavor that you might find off-putting, especially if you’re a first-timer. I think it tastes the least offensive in things like brownies and peanut butter cookies.

You can use this crock pot cannabutter in any recipe you want, though, not just sweet treats. If it calls for more cannabutter than you have on hand, simply make up the difference with regular butter.

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When I make a 9 x 13 pan of Cannabutter Brownies, I use 1/2 c. cannabutter and 1/2 c. regular butter.

You probably already know this, but just in case you don’t: you can replace most fats in your recipes at a 1:1 ratio. So you could swap 1 c. of vegetable oil with 1 c. of melted butter (and therefore cannabutter) if you wanted. What I’m trying to say is: you can also turn that boxed brownie mix in your pantry into something SPECTACULAR.

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9 Goals for 2020

9 Goals for 2020

Happy New Year, everyone. Historically, New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day have not been very big deals to me, but I felt like celebrating today with 9 goals for 2020 if for no other reason than I’m feeling a little optimistic. (Note these are not resolutions I’m doomed to fail, just little nudges for making 2020 more fun than 2019.)

Stream a video game on Twitch

My brother Ryan and I live a few hours apart, but we still manage to get together virtually once a week or so to play State of Decay 2. He and my sister-in-law brought up streaming on Twitch several months ago. The idea has been percolating in my brain for a while, and I want to give it a try. No commitments to anything more than seeing how it goes.

Write a crossword puzzle

With my brain being what it is, I do word and logic puzzles almost every day to try and keep the neurons firing. Recently while working on a crossword with a really weird answer to a horrible clue, I wondered if I could make a better one. Now I’m obsessed with noodling out how to create the pattern of squares, make a functioning grid of words, and write good clues.

Grow marijuana

Though I’ve had a medical license to consume marijuana for about three years, Illinois just made recreational use legal. The govenor is clearing thousands of convictions as we ring in the new year. (Halle-freakin-lujah! More criminal justice reform, please, Governor Pritzker!) We can now grow up to five plants for private, personal use. I have several seeds in my position, and intend to give it a try. No biggie if I fail, but it has the potential to help me save a lot of money. This is one medication that is 100% NOT covered by insurance.

Complete a 100 Things post

I started my first blog on AOL Journals circa 2006, and I made a ton of online friends through that platform. I still keep in touch with many of those bloggers to this day. In fact, AOL J-Land (as we affectionately called it) is how I met my husband Dan.

One of the fun things that swept J-Land back in the day was writing a 100 Things post. It’s where you cobble together 100 facts about yourself and post the list. It’s like an ice breaker for bloggers. I recently and randomly stumbled across the Twitter account of a name I recognized from the AOL days, Kelly Sedinger of Byzantium’s Shores. I saw he still had a One Hundred Things About Me post, and got sucker punched by the nostalgia.

I’m going to post a new one soon. Honestly, I’ve been working on it for a few days already, so it seemed like a good addition to my 9 goals for 2020 list. (Yes, I’m one of those people who writes shit in her to-do list that’s mostly done just so I can experience the pleasure of crossing it off.)

Make new Zentangle videos

It’s been a few months since I’ve created any new content for my YouTube channel, because life is just that way sometimes, you know? But the meditative aspect of creating the art and then watching the time-lapse playback is so good for me. It also seems to be something that others enjoy, because my channel keeps growing. I can’t commit to a schedule for health reasons, but I can promise myself to just make “more.”

Track Swagbucks for a year

Swagbucks is a cash back slash survey website where you participate in polls, submit receipts, watch videos, participate in special offers and other junk, and then earn “Swagbucks” which can be converted to gift cards and PayPal cash. The catch is that they collect your data and make use of affiliate links. But you know, data privacy is for the financially privileged, anyway.

Last year as a casual user, I earned about $150. Which isn’t much, unless you’re broke. In that case, it’s a tank of gas and Christmas presents for the family. This year I want to track how much I make in a full year from January 1 to Dec 31.

For reference, I’m starting today with 355 SB (roughly $3.55 when redeemed). If you want to try it, use my link and we both get 300 bonus Swagbucks if you reach 300 SB in your first 30 days. (FWIW, I got to 355 in just 3 days, so that is very doable.)

Learn Krita and make a printable coloring page

I gathered up the Amazon gift card money I collected and finally purchased this stylus for my computer so I can do some Zentangling and sketching without killing trees or using up all my Micron ink. Krita is the free drawing program I will be using, but it’s pretty complicated and will require setting aside some time to learn. It’s kind of like Photoshop. Except it’s totally free.

I think it would be really fun to draw a coloring page and maybe host a cheesy virtual coloring contest sort of like those ones I always participated in at the grocery store when I was a kid.

Reach 100 Patrons in 2020

My goal for Patreon this year is to reach 100 subscribers. I currently have 29. I chose a people-based goal as opposed to a money-based goal because despite our dire financial circumstances, I really just want to find and connect with people who want to read Who You Gonna Believe and watch my Zentangle videos.

Reach 1,000 YouTube subscribers in 2020

Speaking of those Zentangle videos… 1,000 subscribers seems like a lot, but I’m giving myself a whole year to get there, and as of this writing I’m already at 485. The One Zentangle a Day series I did in 2019 really helped me establish my channel. This year I want to focus on producing higher quality videos. It should be doable now that I’ve got some of the basics sorted out.

So those are my 9 goals for 2020. What are yours? What are you looking forward to in the new year?

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