Still trying to cross.
I’m sitting at my desk.
Using my Wacom as a monitor.
Haven’t touched it in months.
Not even to draw.
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Today I worked.
Selling bags.
Plastic. Paper.
Same routine.
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I could’ve pushed harder.
“Go find more clients.”
“Throw flyers.”
“Make more money.”
I get it.
We all need money.
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I’ve been building my system.
Cash.
Stocks.
Soon a HYSA.
Even using Apple Cash like my own credit card—
spend, then replenish.
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On paper… it looks right.
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But I’ve been tired.
Not lazy.
Tired.
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Seven days a week.
Even my “day off” gets calls.
And I’m grateful.
God bless—someone calls.
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But…
there’s something else.
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I don’t just want to work.
I want to build a bridge
between this life…
and whatever comes next.
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And that’s where I get stuck.
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I start.
I stop.
I start again.
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Art.
Because I still don’t know my lane.
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Graduated in 2022.
It’s 2026 now.
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Same alarms.
5 a.m. back then.
6 a.m. now.
Just trying to give myself a little more rest.
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But the real question hasn’t changed:
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When do I stop standing on the bridge…
and actually cross it?
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💬 Reader question
What’s something in your life that feels like a bridge… but you haven’t fully crossed yet?
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