No More Back-up Plan

As I write this, it's 1:05 on Saturday afternoon. Many of you probably don't know, but I was a part-time waitress at a local restaurant, and as of last night, I turned in my two-week notice. 


I've been working at this place for almost 7 years, and though I had whittled my way down to only working somewhere between 4-12 hours a month, quitting has made me really re-evaluate my business. I'm feeling this startling pressure that this pottery thing has to work. I don't have another job to fall back on if the going gets tough (except for the 7-hours-a-week-cashier-at-my-aunt's-nature-shop-job- which wouldn't cut it if I got desperate.)


My mind has been swarmed with thoughts of advertising, publicity, and how to get found. I feel so confident in my work, but sometimes I feel like no one knows I exist. I don't come from a line of artists and indie biz owners (though my mom's family has definite craft/design talent). Sometimes I feel like I don't know who to turn to, like I wish I could sit straight across from God and have Him tell me exactly what I am supposed to do.


I know money and success is not important, but I do need to support myself. 


It seems so silly, really. I wasn't even making very much with my limited amount of waitressing, but now I'm thinking, "this is for real." Not that I couldn't ever go back if I really needed to, but there isn't an ounce of my being that wants to do that. This is what I want to do, and this is what I feel I've been created for.