Wtf am I doing?

So I decided to leave my art teaching job to make a living DOING art. WHAT THE F*** WAS I THINKING???? No steady paycheck??? No reliable daily interaction with coworkers and friends??? Being disconnected from creative, amazing youth??? Being a "stay at home mom"...????

I never, in my 14 years teaching at Norristown Area School District, thought I would actually take this step into the abyss of the unknown. So much doubt and fear accompanies every step of the way in this whole process. I am grieving the loss of the life I once lived. Sure, getting up at 5:30 everyday to make it to school on time was torturous at best, but at least when I got there I was actually happy to be there. I loved my coworkers, and still talk to them practically daily. I loved my students and actually still talk to some who are comfortable enough to email me or "friend" me on facebook or follow me on instagram. Norristown was my life for so many years. Some days it was the happiest place of my life. I got to teach students about how to be confident in themselves so that the door to creativity was opened.

After all that time spent teaching others how to open their own door to creative expression now I get to teach myself how to do that. Really, it's all in me already -- I know what to do. But the prospect of taking my inner most self and presenting it to the world through art not only is extremely terrifying, it is a necessity. SO... here I go. Stay tuned!