Puzzling
Have you ever sat down with a 1000 piece puzzle before you, all the pieces scattered about?
Maybe you have.
Maybe you aren't a dork like I am, and this has never happened to you.
If you have not, know that 1000 pieces strewn about is slightly overwhelming.
It starts giving your OCD a run for its money.
My lovely boyfriend asked me, Where do we start?
Me, trying to simplify things, states, Start with the border, since those seem to be the easiest and most straight-forward.
You know that there are no pieces to be put together beyond the puzzle's border.
After a while of working on the puzzle, I can stare and stare at the pieces and swear that the puzzle we bought was messed up and not all the pieces were included.
I get frustrated after a while and have to walk away.
When I come back with a clean and fresh mind, I am able to tackle the puzzle more efficiently, effectively and successfully than when I have been staring at it for too long.
When we first started, all there was was a third of the border put together and a few random pieces put together.
If it weren't for the box, you wouldn't know what the puzzle's image was; you only could hope and dream that it was something beautiful.
But as time progressed, and you continued to work on the puzzle, one day, one moment at a time, things started to come together.
You start being able to see the image that these seemingly random 1000 pieces were fashioned to create.
scratch that.
Many times in life you think to yourself, where do I begin?
When I was nearing the end of high school, I wondered what my life would consist of for the next few year: what college would I attend? what career did I want to chase after? would I ever fall in love?
I didn't know where to start.
So I just took the puzzle piece I was given, and ran with it; I took it one day at a time, and as I look back now, that part of the puzzle in my life is coming together. I see their meaning and their importance and meaning to my life.
I have taken my childhood and used it to create the border of who I am, and as my puzzle continues, the rest of who I am will fill in.
Ever have those days where you think to yourself, I am just so done with all this bull crap, but instead of the word 'crap,' you use a different word?
Yeah, I don't use 'bull crap' either, but that isn't quite the point.
I'm that person who overthinks, over contemplates, over analyzes; I stare at the individual pieces for too long and receive a headache, or heartache, in return.
For your mental health's sake, you have to walk away from the puzzle sometimes.
You cannot over obsess your present with trying to figure out the future or trying to relive the past; one needs a healthy balance.
You will get a headache if you stare at the individual piece o the puzzle for too long; and if you don't put the piece down, you won't be able to move on to the next step in creating the beautiful picture of your life.
Recently, in tackling this 1000 piece puzzle, I have thought to myself, this has to be wrong, there is a missing piece for sure.
Maybe there is.
But most likely there isn't.
Maybe I haven't laid eyes on that piece of the puzzle; maybe I have seen it but not actually looked at it.
After a while, things start to come together.
All the confusing things and the challenging things, the dark and the lights, they work together to create an overall beautiful scenery.
One piece fits into another, and things start making sense.
Things start looking beautiful.
Maybe you have.
Maybe you aren't a dork like I am, and this has never happened to you.
If you have not, know that 1000 pieces strewn about is slightly overwhelming.
It starts giving your OCD a run for its money.
My lovely boyfriend asked me, Where do we start?
Me, trying to simplify things, states, Start with the border, since those seem to be the easiest and most straight-forward.
You know that there are no pieces to be put together beyond the puzzle's border.
After a while of working on the puzzle, I can stare and stare at the pieces and swear that the puzzle we bought was messed up and not all the pieces were included.
I get frustrated after a while and have to walk away.
When I come back with a clean and fresh mind, I am able to tackle the puzzle more efficiently, effectively and successfully than when I have been staring at it for too long.
When we first started, all there was was a third of the border put together and a few random pieces put together.
If it weren't for the box, you wouldn't know what the puzzle's image was; you only could hope and dream that it was something beautiful.
But as time progressed, and you continued to work on the puzzle, one day, one moment at a time, things started to come together.
You start being able to see the image that these seemingly random 1000 pieces were fashioned to create.
And this is the part where I turn this puzzle into a metaphor reflecting my life.Sometimes in life. . .
scratch that.
Many times in life you think to yourself, where do I begin?
When I was nearing the end of high school, I wondered what my life would consist of for the next few year: what college would I attend? what career did I want to chase after? would I ever fall in love?
I didn't know where to start.
So I just took the puzzle piece I was given, and ran with it; I took it one day at a time, and as I look back now, that part of the puzzle in my life is coming together. I see their meaning and their importance and meaning to my life.
I have taken my childhood and used it to create the border of who I am, and as my puzzle continues, the rest of who I am will fill in.
Ever have those days where you think to yourself, I am just so done with all this bull crap, but instead of the word 'crap,' you use a different word?
Yeah, I don't use 'bull crap' either, but that isn't quite the point.
I'm that person who overthinks, over contemplates, over analyzes; I stare at the individual pieces for too long and receive a headache, or heartache, in return.
For your mental health's sake, you have to walk away from the puzzle sometimes.
You cannot over obsess your present with trying to figure out the future or trying to relive the past; one needs a healthy balance.
You will get a headache if you stare at the individual piece o the puzzle for too long; and if you don't put the piece down, you won't be able to move on to the next step in creating the beautiful picture of your life.
Recently, in tackling this 1000 piece puzzle, I have thought to myself, this has to be wrong, there is a missing piece for sure.
Maybe there is.
But most likely there isn't.
Maybe I haven't laid eyes on that piece of the puzzle; maybe I have seen it but not actually looked at it.
After a while, things start to come together.
All the confusing things and the challenging things, the dark and the lights, they work together to create an overall beautiful scenery.
One piece fits into another, and things start making sense.
Things start looking beautiful.
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