Native Americans see wasps as master architects that guide you in building dreams. While wrapping up the investment proposal, I noticed a wasp at the entrance of my studio. Spotted a few days earlier unable to escape the restrictions of the high ceilings, I lifted and dropped it out the window only to see it curl up and die moments later.

Today while sitting in my garden, confident with my decision to go it alone a buzz passed my ear and there flew a steady and strong wasp admiring my favorite flower. Both love and dreams need freedom and space to soar to new heights.

Tough decision but we must protect our dreams! It is in the pursuit of those dreams that we find our true self. The universe has a way of speaking to you, open your eyes and take the time to listen.