When I was a little girl my grandmother always tried to get me to do puzzles with her, and each attempt was usually a failed one on her part. I'm not one for puzzles, never have been. I don't have the patients to sit quietly and try to find that one perfect little piece that's only going to cause me to have to find more little perfect pieces in order to complete a picture. It frustrates me, annoys me, and generally makes me angry, and bores me. I've begun to think though, that my distaste for puzzles might explain a lot about my life...think about it.
Now, are you ready for a good ol' metaphor?! Great, cause here it comes...Life is a puzzle. You are supposed to spend most of your younger years building some of the pieces for your puzzle, like getting your education, finding family and friends. But once you're done with your education and you have your stable family and friends laid as a base you have to start looking for more pieces. Pieces that you can't build yourself like a career, someone to marry, somewhere to live. I'm at that stage now where I have to find those pieces instead of making them myself. I was golden when I was making them, awesome at building a stable foundation with the pieces I had made. But now, trying to actually find pieces that fit into my puzzle that I've started to make is hard and scary. Above all, though, it's incredibly frustrating! I feel like a little girl again being held on my grandmothers lap, being forced to hold still and to find these stupid little pieces to finish this puzzle. I'm far too impatient to take my time and to search meticulously for these perfect little pieces. Wishful thinking is, why can;t these pieces just fall in my lap? Present themselves like little presents all tied up in little bows at my feet? I don't want to search and search and search for the perfect career, I don't want to be unemployed, and I don't want rejection from the places that I apply to. I want that one perfect fit, that one place where I'll be happy and enjoy what I'm doing and am good at what I do.
Yes, I know all of this is completely unrealistic and I probably sound like a 5 year old whining. Like I said, I feel like that little girl again. Trust me, I'm no quitter, I'll keep looking for these perfect little pieces and hope that they fit into place like I want them to. I've only been graduated now for nearly 2 months. I might be over thinking this whole thing just a little bit, but it's frustrating. I hope that, ultimately, even though I am horrible at puzzles I'll be able to make this puzzle work out of all of them. Stupid freaking puzzles...
