After too much wine and junk food last night, I woke this morning feeling like crap. Like the tide, life has its highs and lows.
"You know what your problem is?" my friend asked last night.
I gave her a blank stare.
"People come to you because you're an anchor. You're not a buoy." She added.
"You think? But an anchor has its sinking moments too. Sometimes I look around me and wonder who I can turn to if I can't find any answers." I replied.
"Well, somehow you've always managed to find solutions... but you've got me. I treat you like a sister, you know that."
To a certain extent, she's right. Like me, she's a single mum (by choice) and the company she works for relies heavily on her to make big and small decisions everyday. We cannot afford to be a buoy.
But being human, we sometimes feel the weight on our little shoulders. We can't be a cheerleader everyday you know. In times like this, when we have too much time on our hands, the mind becomes a devil's workshop. It becomes innundated with too many what ifs.
Still it is good to know that even the strongest anchor will sometimes drift away until someone comes along and set it right again.