Too often we look at the external circumstances of our life with dissatisfaction and believe it is the fault of the external. How many of us have lived this lie? How many times has this owned us to the point of self-induced resignation? Never seek outward for which only inward remedies resolve. Where does this constant chatter of discontentment arouse from? This endless comparison to others in our life to the point of almost physical illness is detrimental to our work in elevating the consciousness of the world. When will I be enough? In which generation did attaching self worth to professional accomplishments become so ingrained in the fibers of our culture?