Today, my soul weighs nothing. Two nights with little sleep have reduced me to a whisper of a person. Married life has ground me into a powder and if the wind would blow me into insignificance. 
Well that's how I feel today. My only power is my son. He is my 'Sun', the centre of my universe around which I gravitate. Marriage is the asteroid belt between he and I. The golden days of mediocre have passed leaving a worn place in the carpet where my feet have been stagnating for too long. 
I hope you get my drift. 
I think the the great philosopher 'Yazz' (as well as her plastic population) said it best, "The Only Way is Up".