In struggling with anxiety, we are often clinging to a fervent desire to impossibly maintain control. It may be the yearn for control within our futures, for the safety of our loved ones and related to judgements of others. Like striving to control the falling of rain, this drive to hold tight to that beyond our locus of influence is futile. No amount of thought will ever predict the future as it’s rich with interdependent complexities too diverse to fathom. We can no sooner anticipate the flight path of a broad-winged hawk dancing on thermals than our own journey through tomorrow. In the wild, we realize control is an illusion and the forceful struggle to resist inevitable change painfully limits our potential. It is when we release control and allow for wildness that we find ourselves.