If you find yourself tossed around in the changing currents of life and ask "why is everything happening so much?"

I invite you to return to your locus of control - focus on what you are here for, what you are trying to accomplish in your life.

A poem/excerpt written by Anais Nin.

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.

We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.

We grow partially.

We are relative.

We are mature in one realm, childish in another.

The Past, present, and future mingle and pull us backwards, forward, or fix us in the present.

We are made up of layers, cells , constellations.

How do we grow in the desired direction? Is lack of clarity holding you back?

If I don't really know what I want. How am I going to achieve it?

How can I get what I don't know that I want?

Ask yourself the hard questions.