Our compass direction is set, we know the direction we're headed but we do not know the end point of this stage of our journey.
In a drawing I did a month over a month ago, I called our path 'murky and muddy'. It feels like we are trudging through a swamp, each step laden down with mud, not sure if the next step will be stable or if we need to adjust our path again. Our packs are heavy, our journey crucial. There's no way around on an easier path, we must trudge through the uncertainity.