I Don’t Know What I’m Doing

I really don’t. Everything I do is based on instinct until it becomes an experience.

I have no mentors.

No one guiding me through steps.

I feel through situations. Plan as far ahead as I can and try my best to execute.

My best quality right now is my vision. I see everything.

I know what my next home looks like. I can describe the room where all my writing gets done. I see the people around me, know how much money’s in my bank account.

I see these things.

I see myself waking up and writing books. See these books on shelves, in people’s hands on the subway, in windows of indie bookstores. These things I know.

What I don’t know is how I’ll get there. Or when I’ll get there. I only know I’ll be there, maybe sooner than I think, although it’s already been such a long journey.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know who I am, which means I know what I’ll be.

C.R.Y

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