What if I'm wrong about the way I enjoy my life ? What if it's not about hoarding ways of creating like a dragon on a pile of brushes, but taking up your doggo and soaking up all the sun you can and all the rain you can and listen to all the little birdies sing until you cannot anymore ?

I hate when I want something so material, I feel like I'm failing the hobbity lifestyle I want, but man I would really love a 3D printer.