These little victories, however, do not seem to be able to keep away the feelings of uncertainty and doubt. Each step forward leaves me with more questions to answer and more actions to take, which is good because, at least there are questions to answer and actions to take, but I have no idea where I'm going. Most of the time I don't even know if I'm on the right road and the only indication that I'm on a road at all is that I can see the exits. I can see where others have picked different streets to follow. And it frightens me--what if the fog blinds me and I take the wrong exit?
To be honest, it feels like I'm constantly taking the wrong exit. Or maybe it is simply that the road I am on is quiet and secluded--perhaps it is a neglected country highway. Maybe I just need to find a gas station. And maybe, if I stick to my guns, I will find myself where I headed off to in the first place.
Hopefully, the next rest stop is soon--at my current rate, I should be done mixing in about a week and once I get these demos out, I'm on to the next stage.
May the road you are on take you to your desired destination and may your instincts serve you better than GPS.