I’ve always loved anchors.
I’m not completely sure why, but the older I get the more sense it starts to make.
I think it began with my mom’s tendency to dress me in nautical outfits as a baby, and grew into my love for all nautical accessories. Shallow reasons, yes I know.
But it also has something to do with what it symbolizes.
Anchors, to me, are a visual of the concept of being grounded.
I was thinking about “groundation” (my made up word for the collision of our foundation and the act of being grounded) the other day, after the realization that I was struggling with this.
I was having one of those days when I cared too much what others thought. You know how it goes… Comparing myself. Questioning if I was trying hard enough. Pondering what about me wasn’t good enough.
The ever re-occurring downward spiral of thoughts.
My wishful thinking would love to say that I never wander from knowing what defines me. My pride would love to believe that I’m unshakable, overflowing with wisdom, and never in an identity crisis.
But the truth is that sometimes I look too much around me, instead of inside me, and try to measure up to the things that I see.…