Sixes and Sevens
I like jigsaw puzzles. Except when my life is one, and pieces seem to have been blown off the table after I was just getting going good on putting the damn thing together.
Looking for the pieces would take energy and focus, and maybe even a hint of concern.
It was beginning to look like a nice picture --- one with radiance and warmth and hope and even a little happiness. But now the pieces are all over. Everywhere. Some may be gone for good. Do I try, as best I can, to search out those wandering pieces, and put the puzzle together, saying the holes in it "give it 'character'?" Or do I start an all-together different puzzle, fresh out of the box?
Or do I abandon puzzles.