Fix it

A friend of mine called me today.  She was quite discouraged.  I found myself at a loss for words.  Sometime words are so inadequate.  There are two pitfalls that I generally try and avoid: Platitudes and Mr. Fix It.

But that leave precious little else to do.  You listen, but that does not always help.  At least it does not seem to help.  I always want to fix it.  Somewhere along the line, I got the notion that I was master of the universe and able to give advice on fixing all manner of issues.  Sometimes it is just so hard to disengage the auto-fix option.

So I listen and realize how powerless I really am.