Independence Day

This may be most terrifying thing I will ever do:  thinking about forsaking employment and going out on my own.  Here we are, celebrating our national hotdog, I mean holiday, Independence Day and honestly, my own independence is inspiring this roller coaster between paralysis and pure elation.
And you know that teetering point between the crest and the immanent drop—that seemingly interminable moment of unadulterated dread.  I think about all of the money going out and nothing coming in and wonder, will I actually have an aptitude for metal work, will Gina & I be able to get along, spending so much time together... and then, what if all of that goes fine and nobody likes/wants/buys/collects/hoards my work?  So yes, there are some OMG!-am-I-doing-even-remotely-the-right-thing? moments.  Meltdowns, we call them around here.
So the challenge at the moment—one of the challenges—is finding humor in all of this and staying positive.  While I curse the fact that I haven’t yet quite altogether fully forsaken employment!

Anyway, look at the mess we made!

All of that for this?