I am now officially self-employed. Or sort of. Since I am consumed by the idea that I am capable of making a living through art and freelance writing, and since I simultaneously quit my retail job because of scheduling conflicts with the rest of my life, then I must be self-employed, in spite of the fact that I'm not actually bringing in an income. Yet.
I believe. I believe. I believe I can do this. I believe I can make a living and really live in the making.