You want to build the next floor, and the beam under you creaks that it will not take more weight today. Jupiter squares Saturn, the appetite to expand torquing against the discipline that goes slow. Push, and the joints complain. Consolidate, and the ambition hisses that you are stalling. You paid for it by reaching too early or too late, and in long years of doubting your own pace. Out of that came a builder who measures. Ambition with no beam collapses. A beam with no ambition is just a warehouse. You carry a wide patience now, one that knows the exact price of each floor and still wants to climb.