Living without a profession is like walking without a path. Sometimes it scares me. I don’t know where I’m headed or how I’m going to get there. In the wild world, I’m free to follow what I feel and see. I’m learning for myself without measure. Somedays are gold and sometimes it’s hard to know what’s right or why. I’m playing a game of self-confidence, climbing an invisible staircase. I take two steps forward and more back, but who’s counting?
Somewhere in there, I have a voice.