Let’s just say that you are not the only freaked out around money these days. If you can get over your seemingly paralytic spasms, you will find an eternal pulse that binds (and bonds) you to eternal cycles of plenty, but you have to trust and breath into the unknowing. If I could order up the perfect day for you over the weekend, it would look something like this; Lox and bagels in the morning (insert nurturing beverage of choice), which would be your getaway fuel for a day trip to a spa with the mud bath from heaven, fresh and warm, like an earthy cupcake that you could lose your form in. There, with you the center of the planetary sweet, you would have the epiphany that you are the creamy center of the cupcake, the frosting and the cake itself. Get out of your head. We’re all in the batter together.