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You know, one of the best things about being creative me is knowing that my mother supports me. I know that my dad had a tough time getting his parents to see his dream. Unlike me, he knew what he wanted. And when he finally did leave his safety blanket of an Adventist college he found himself in a fantastic art program behind a camera. His love. In art studios drawing nude models. The sad thing is that it was forbidden fruit and he eventually had to give it up. Mom has more faith in me than I have in myself. I find that sometimes I need her strength. But it's about time isn't it, that I used my own? If I were a puppet I believe now would be the time for me to snip my Pinocchio strings and become a real boy (ahem, girl). Why is it so hard to step out of my safety zone? At least like dad I've taken one huge step. And now, for the next. God, help me...