Not just a little uncertainty.
Sometimes a project comes to that. It’s not a fork in road, making you choose which way you’ll go. Instead, it’s a flat, empty plain, allowing you to go in any direction you want.
There are no landmarks, nothing on the horizon to suggest that one direction offers more hope than any other.
And when you’re in the middle of that novel, or song, or art installation, you have to keep going. The only alternative is paralysis. Death.
But the plain isn’t empty, is it? After all, you are there.
It’s time to draw upon your life experiences, your creative vision, your purpose. There is nothing there because you haven’t created it yet.
Utter uncertainty is the Void, and it’s challenging you to fill it up with beauty and truth.