I used to think not knowing what came next was the problem.

Every artist hits this wall. The project wraps, the contract ends, the path forward goes quiet. And the instinct is to plan harder, map every move, lock down the next thing before the current thing is even done.

But the best work of my life never arrived that way.

It came through the gaps. The jobs I didn't get, the doors that stayed closed just long enough to make me look somewhere else. Every time I stopped insisting on a plan, something better became visible.

Not knowing isn't a problem to solve. It's the space where your real options live.

Stop trying to plan your way out of it. Stay open to what arrives.