The tide comes in off the beat and the peak of your career tips aside. The Moon, the sway of what you feel and need, pulls at a wrenched angle against the meridian, the visible heading your work climbs toward. Mood and the public peak cut across each other, and the grinding leaves a swell. What you feel floods in where it least fits, the temper turning right as you show your work to the world. From that grating you learn to hold without bricking yourself up, not to let each tide decide for you in front of everyone. The feeling is earned here wave on wave, raising a breakwater that filters the surge until it fits without drowning the channel.