35, unemployed artist in LA.

I turn 35 tomorrow. Not that 35 is old by ANY means. In Fact...I think it's rather young. I still get carded. I look under 35, and the ego is still only 3.
I'm unemployed. Just got laid off. The biggest bummer is the age old question of "WHAT NOW?"
Last week I was looking at my online calendar. I had the whole year of 2010 planned out. I was taking yoga teacher training from the place I worked on a work trade agreement, that was revoked. Apparently a corporation will award a scholarship to someone they trust enough to work hard, but not necessarily actually be a good yogi...because even a "disgruntled" yogi practices non-stealing, so I don't get the distrust there, because by awarding me the scholarship they were supposedly acknowledging their belief in my ability to practice yogic principles. But, I digress.
Now I'm in a state of confusion....I haven't had a day off where I haven't been sick or working from home in so long. I have all this time, but I also have all this fear.
When I was 27 I started doing art modeling, and artistic photographic modeling. I knew that was going to be a short stint...at 27 I was OLD in the modeling world.
I started hoop dancing professionally at the age of 31, and I was OLD in that world too.
Even starting out on my yoga journey, taking my training at the age of 35, I was OLD.
Now, I plan on living until I'm at least 85...and feeling great, living healthy, looking good.
Stay with me..I have a point...
I'm leaving a lot of stuff about me out here, but ultimately...in human form, I am an artist. I express myself in physical ways, I have only been recently thought of as beautiful, or more accurately, accepted that I am.
What is a 35 year old, unemployed, uneducated artist doing in LA? What the heck am I SUPPOSE to do in LA?
I was born and raised in LA county, so I'm no stranger to being broke. But I can't help thinking...maybe people like me, we chose to be born here, we choose to live here, but maybe we don't belong here?
The very real possibility that I may have to wear shoes at my next job is probably going to be the biggest deal breaker when it comes to accepting it or not. Is there a place for people like me?
Having a grassy place to hula hoop is what I dream about for my next home.
Calling friends over to come eat at my table, I often make too much, in LA...getting people to come over is like pulling teeth. And, I get it. Parking is KILLER in LA.
I'm wise and I've been through enough to know that I have the wonderful choice of happiness, regardless of what's going on around me.
I have to be realistic though. 35, unemployed and an artist in LA is hard, I often choose rent over breakfast. I often sit and ponder life in my little apartment, because the gas money it takes to drive out to nature is tight. Even going out to the beach, I have to figure in the cost of parking my car...or a two hour bus trip.
So, time to tap into my artistic genius, call out for his help. Figure out how to make art into money in LA, or figure out a place I can...because compromising myself back into the corporate box is too much, I'm no ethical contortionist.
A 35 year young, unemployed artist might be very happy in the right place...
I think I'll break into the piggy bank and get some change. Maybe drive out to the beach and splurge on some inspiration from Mother Nature, take my hoops. My car has done me right, she deserves a proper parking spot.