The Universe might have a clue but me? Yeah…no. I don’t know how I talk and make sense. And when I walk? I tend to fall down. A lot. Answers? Don’t have them. Aim? I do that. Deliver? Sometimes. Deadlines make sure I show up on time. I barely get by, sometimes I don’t really make enough but I get by. Somehow. Like the Universe says, I don’t have a clue.
That said, I don’t quit either. I search for new stories with new words. I work to hone my craft. I keep looking for ways to get it done. I have trouble turning over the how’s to the Universe. It always seems like I should be doing something more. Something else. Something different. But I have the dream. Have had it since I was a kid and the stories spilled out of me as I played with imaginary friends, telling their tales. So Universe? Please take care of the how’s. ‘Kay? I’ll keep telling stories and hope between the two of us, readers find them.
However do you do it, Silver? You know, talk, and make such sense? Walk, and not fall down? Ask, and then know the answer? Aim, and then deliver? Show up on time? Always get by? Make just enough?
How on earth?!
You don’t know how, do you?
You haven’t got a clue.
And that’s exactly how you do it.
You leave the “hows” to Me, as you simply focus upon and move towards the end results.
You got this,
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This is how all dreams come true, Silver.
I don’t “got this” but I’m working on it. How about y’all?