Now What?

Like the dream, it ends as abruptly as it starts. The question is always there, always hauntingly close. Now what? What plan is next, what calculated risk is there to take? How can I get through this as safely as possible?

Now what.

The answer is just as simple. You write. Write until the day you can no longer even ask "Now what?" because there is no plan. There never was a plan, greatness doesn't have a plan. It just happens.

You want to know what happens next? What happens next is you. Move forward, reach out and grab the world with your hands and decide what happens. You're the only one who can decide for you. Your world as been shaken, tilted off balance.

We've been tilted back by guidence, now what are we going to do with ourselves? Now what?

Put that pencil to paper, that pen to page, that finger to keyboard, and write your soul. Put your soul into words and continue to do so until you just can't take it, just can't speak any louder. Until you can catch your breath, slow your heart, calm your mind. And say,

"That's what."