Frayed – borderline unraveled, but still holding it together. Parts of you are wandering off in the distance, while the rest of you is constantly reeling you in. We cling tightly to the stake we put in the ground, rather than considering if it’s your frayed edges or the stake in the ground that are wrong. What is keeping you from unraveling completely? What [or who] is your stake in the ground. Should you be grateful for it, or is it time to consider its purpose?