…where I’m still heading somewhere. Evolving.

I did a thing. A lot of little things, really. And I’m not at the end of the thing string. I hope.

I have a dream job. Surreal, with real appeal, make me squeal, that’s how i feel job.

My final stop? I sure hope not. But dare I dream? For more?

Opportunity within reach. Can I nab it? I have to give it a stab. But did I strike it? Am I hot? or not? Doesn’t matter. Gotta try. So I did the thing. Wasn’t as small as it first seemed. But I made it through. I’m stuck here with hope in my hands. And a wish. Can I make it come true?

Fingers crossed. Apple sauce. Novel virus. Fuck you!