I’ve loved jigsaw puzzles all my life. The ability to fit every piece exactly where it belongs eases a basic craving. But that delight is something I have to remember when I empty the box on to the table. There’s a lot to do before the joy returns.
Have you ever noticed how much life’s like that? Nothing around you makes sense, but somehow you have to keep functioning. Maybe like me, a vague idea that you’re not alone permeates the foggy shroud, but it doesn’t necessarily cheer you. Continue reading