What Does The Universe Want From Me? (A Conversation I'm Still Having)

 

I've been put in this damn trailer for a reason. I know that much.

My safety? Probably. My sobriety? Definitely. A place to get shit done without distractions? Yeah — and I have. I've gotten so much done.

24 blog posts. A book on Amazon. Another one drafted. A shop. Content going out. Learning Python. Building a whole brand from nothing.

Three months. I did in three months what most people take six to do. Maybe longer.

So... what now?

Is the universe just waiting for all these seeds to sprout? Because I planted a lot of them. A lot.

Or am I still planting when I should be watering? Am I doing too much? Not enough? The wrong things?

I've never been more confused about what direction to go in my entire life.

And the fucked up part is — I'm not lost because I'm lazy. I'm not stuck because I gave up. I'm confused because I did the work. All of it. Fast. Hard. Alone.

And now I'm sitting here in this trailer, waiting for... what?

A sign? A sale? A fucking clue?

I don't know what the universe wants from me anymore.

But I'm still asking.

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