When I moved to Nashville, I did so somewhat impulsively, and knew that while debatably I wasn’t an asshole, beyond that it was anyone’s guess.

I was intimidated when I first got here, but also excited, that I’d soon have my grocery store and my bar and my myriad favorites with various routes to get there. In time, what was dizzyingly new would feel like home.

I keep my move here in mind during this gleeful chapter of underemployment. However unprecedented these times might be, by simply showing up and creating, by confronting every obstacle with the confidence that comes with making something that wasn’t there before, the next steps will reveal themselves, like they always have.