I’ve got the peddle to the floor and I’m driving it at 200 mph straight towards a wall. Either that wall will open up or I’m gonna hit it. I ain’t stopping.
It’s not exactly a perfect headspace to be in, but that’s how it feels to be me right now. My bountiful future meets my cold reality. This is what it means to be free to live my life. This is what it means to have no guaranteed income. This is what it means to be in a constant state of untapped potential meeting monthly financial obligations. The wall is coming up fast and I’m running out of time. It’s a constant worry for me these days.
This meeting with the wall is not exactly an either/or proposition either. Whatever happens, I still believe in my projects. They may not be ready for right now, but they will be soon. If the whole thing explodes into a million little pieces, I’ll still land on my feet. I just need to keep doing what I do best.