Everyone who knows me knows I love puzzles. They help me to think.As I put them together I am also able to piece my thoughts together. I get angry when a piece is missing. It just riuns the picture. Last night I couldn’t sleep a thought just kept repeating in my mind relentlessly in an effort to make sure I wouldn’t forget it I geuss because now I can’t focus on anything but that one thought. The thought that kept me awake was simple: You are a piece in the puzzle that is my life and if you were missing my life would be chaos because I wouldn’t have the whole picture.That’s it!The more I think about it the more it makes sense because when I am connected with the family and friends that complete the puzzle that is called my life I feel whole and when they are missing I feel incomplete, confused and even angry…Like a puzzle no one will everfit in someoneelse’s place that is not how puzzles work. puzzles are black and white they either fit or they don’t…
puzzles…
March 4th, 2010