jigsaw

Please indulge me the opportunity to use my life as a similie. I know it's wanky, but indulge me.

My life feels like a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle. I don't have the time or patience for jigsaw puzzles. Jigsaws = lame.

When you begin a jigsaw puzzle the most sensible thing to do is find all the pieces with the smooth edges. They're the outline out your image, they're important. They give you boundaries.

Boundaries are ok. I'm cool with the edges, they're all in place.

But then comes the other 900 pieces of the puzzle. Let's be honest - it's pure guesswork from here on in.

You've got the picture on the box to tell you how it should look. But you've still got to piece it all together.

And sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just won't fit.

And then other times, the bastard puzzle-maker has left out a piece or two so you couldn't even finish it if you wanted to.

And let's face it, a puzzle that's missing a few pieces doesn't give you the entire picture.

In that scenario you need to shrug your shoulders and say, "I've done it to the best of my ability.

"I made the most pieces of the puzzle fit together."

Or else you can write a nasty letter to the bastard puzzle-maker and demand a refund.

I'm trying as hard as I can to make the puzzle work.