Yes. I do. It is time. I am going to Springboard for the Arts this morning, dropping off my form to be put on a short (thank Universe) waiting list for needy artist housing, and also to submit my form for billpay help for artists who have undergone undue hardships. If being seven months preg, stranded over water and then suddenly in a matter of two weeks being rescued and taken to the other side of the country, having a baby two months later, spending nearly two years trying to survive in a land that is incredibly different from all you knew, and still barely making it, then I think I qualify. Apologies to any here who understand a similar situation! I am still incredibly homesick, and am tired of being under the thumb of the county welfare shit, and am tired of trying to conform to the plastic peeple type jobs I was under the illusion I had to gain to survive here...and finally I am becoming able to once again listen to the quiet inner Voice, the small messages in the daily happenings, ...they all are screaming at me to quit the job, follow my heart, and to just have Faith! It's nearly driving me insane...I get so afraid it just wont work out, but since I took that first step, took off work for a week (made the excuse my babysitter was indeffinitely out of town, which was partially true) and then talked to Spring Board, (like my 'rice crispies' told me to) things seem to have been almost magically falling into place! I am making appointment today also to set up a consultation with them after my hubby gets paid next week, wherein we shall work out all manner of ways my art might be marketed in town, as well as setting up a tax id number and other things of that sort. Go me. *in incredibly nervous!*