The warm, April breeze brings with it, uncertainty. I feel like a tiny boat in a raging sea. Some days the storms break, and the view is breathtaking. Other days, the storms rage on, almost capsizing my little boat. Unexpected waves hit me from behind, turning me around. My compass fell overboard long ago. Now, I am at the mercy of this vast ocean. I really need a rudder. This torn sail isn't helping either... My S.O.S. remains unanswered...