Anchors – The Free Dictionary say an anchor is:
A heavy object attached to a vessel by a cable or rope and cast overboard to keep the vessel in place either by its weight or by its flukes, which grip the bottom.
A source of security or stability.
Recently, I‘ve been wondering what my anchor was and where it went. I have my faith and belief system, but beyond that there isn’t much. I’m wondering exactly what a good anchor should be. Other people? That sounds like setting yourself up for some pretty severe disappointment. Job or Career? More of the same – disappointment, disappointment, disappointment. Location, place or home? Again this seems dangerous.
Personally speaking, I think I’ve been a failure at ‘other people’, i.e. relationships. Not a very good anchor for me to choose. Job or career? Well, in the course of my life, I’ve had plenty of both, but I have resisted being defined by them, so probably not a good anchor choice. Location, place or home? I’ve spent so much of my time moving around that although many days I feel as like I would like to ‘go home’, I have no idea where that is. (I was born and raised in Chicago, IL, but my parents are gone, no siblings, only one aged aunt, few cousins and a very dear friend left there.) I do have some other family, but they all seem to not ‘need’ me at the present. (This is not necessarily a bad thing. No sympathy needed here.)
I think about my writing and wonder how committed to it I really am. I have been devoting my time to revisions on a story that is near and dear to me. I decided I wanted it to be the best it could be, for me and for itself. That means even if it never sees the light of publication. It’s a story I want to tell. Is that an anchor? I really don’t know.
This is starting to sound depressing. I’m really not depressed, but I am drifting and that’s not good. So tell me, what are you anchored to. What is the most important thing, idea, or whatever, in your life? I’m just wondering.