Really, I think that I look better now than I have ever looked in my life.
So I look better than I have ever looked before in my life, on the outside. Inside I am a mess. falling apart… well actually I already fell apart, now I am trying to pick up the pieces and put them back together. every once in a while I drop a piece. every once in a while someone picks up a piece and turns it upside down, sideways and every other which way you can think of. I guess you could say that my body is like the puzzle box, the picture is all together and looking as it should. but when you open the box the pieces are a jumbled mess. I could go one step farther and say that this puzzle was once together, you know like when you buy a puzzle at a yard sale, you open the box to find some of the pieces already together. The question becomes do I take those pieces that are already together apart, or leave them together? Oh and PLEASE don’t let there be any missing pieces!
What does this mean? Go back. Go back and count the pieces. Make sure they are all there. Put all the blue pieces together, all the green, the dark ones the light ones, the edge pieces. Then put them all in the right place.
Friends will drop by and add a piece here and there to help finish. Sometimes it will be fun, other times it will be frustrating. Sometimes I may have to walk away for a while, I may feel like quitting, but I won’t. I will get this puzzle back together. Back to whole.