Everything feels like puzzle.
Exercise. Rehab. Writing. Blogs. Friends. Relatives.
The biggest piece. The one all the others have to fit around.
Family.
It feels like the side change shape. Get longer. Are shortened.
A spot that once arched out now curves in.
The transformations are subtle.
Their changes.
Mine.
Physical.
Emotional.
The pieces always shifting.
Somehow always fitting.

beautiful
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As long as the pieces always fit, it is all good! It may be hard to deal with at times but it’s all good.
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This is such a great perspective.
If I could only remember that the only thing constant is CHANGE.
Next time I have my lack-of-control freak out I will think of changes as amoebas all fitting together, rather than dark paths that I can’t see the end of. I love this!
Thanks, Anissa.
I have the hardest time with change, I’m such a control freak. I think I’m getting better with age though.