Sometimes, an anchor can be a really good thing. It can hold us fast and keep us from floating away. And sometimes, it is just heavy metal and chains holding us down from striking out into lesser known, and sometimes scarier, destinations. The even scarier thing is when we are our own anchor. That’s what I have been this summer. I have been the anchor getting in my own way. School starts in just over a week, and I have accomplished little toward my own goals, despite only working three days a week. I have had all the time in the world to write, to get healthier, to enjoy. And mostly I’ve just sat on the couch and watched reruns on Netflix. Sad. It’s not to say that there hasn’t been any progress. I’ve had a few fun adventures in the way of trips, starting a creative project I’ve been thinking about for years, and connecting more closely with someone important to me, but I’ve also really let myself down. Somehow, that needs to change. Love. Live.