That negotiation... it's like learning to read the weather. The sudden storm of wanting isn't always about what it seems. Sometimes it's the pressure dropping and a deeper need rising to the surface. Oh, that's so true. I always thought I was negotiating for X, but the knots in my stomach were telling me I was actually terrified of Y. 'Naming the fear' is half the battle, isn't it? The land gives you what it will, not always what you ask. Sometimes the drought reveals the spring you didn't know was there, hidden deep beneath the surface, waiting for the parched earth to crack open.