When I first thought about myself as a writer, all I could think about was how I’ve come so far, but still have so much to learn. So, I guess that means I’m making progress. But, in it’s most concrete form, the word progress implies that there is an end. A destination. “Forward or onward movement towards a destination.” When I write, though, there is no end in sight. Every time I look back at something that I’ve written, I find something I could change. It’s a never ending cycle of thinking that you’ve reached your destination, only to realize that you have so much further to go. So, as a writer i’m not progressing, i’m just doing. And the more I do, the better I get. I write. I edit. I make changes. I accept that i’ll never be perfect, and that’s okay because nobody is. I’ll keep moving forward and pushing myself because when there is no destination, the possibilities are endless. So, for now i’ll just keep doing.