So Close

I feel it in the air lately — a shift, a hum, a quiet thrum beneath everything. 

Like I’m standing right at the edge of something real. 

 I could land work at any moment. 

The right article, the right post, the right pitch — and things could change. 

Maybe the next podcast episode finally connects with the audience I've been speaking to all along. 

Maybe the next story or novel is the one that bursts into the world. 

I can feel the site, the podcast, my own voice starting to find their rhythm. 

I can feel my marriage breathing a little easier on some days. 

I can feel my confidence, once so fragile, starting to find its feet again. 

I am learning about myself a little more every day. 

The Music Man opens in a week — a reminder that growth isn't a straight line, but it still counts. 

Maybe I’m ready to start seeing other neurodivergent people too, to find community in places I used to feel alone. 

I'm not there yet. 

But I’m so close. And for once, maybe that’s enough to keep going.