I don’t have a plan
Though I keep trying to make one

Like putting concrete on a path in the sky
The foundation always seems sketchy at best
Non-existent at worst

The ideas are good
The strategy is sound
Everything looks good on paper
But nothing connects in my head

A fish does not understand the components of water
Yet it masters the tides and currents each day
The bird knows nothing about air
It just understands how to use it’s wings
And so too does my plan require a bit of faith

Something to build momentum
A lift to get it off the ground
The kind of support that requires no external infrastructure
Yet provides the internal structure needed to achieve any dream

To build a house on a foundation you can’t see
With the confidence that comes from realizing you have made magic before
Requires only the structural components, the reinforced concrete, born from believing in yourself

I don’t have a plan

But I’m starting to believe