I am terrible at puzzles.

I always have been. Growing up, I opted for a notebook and pencils over things that needed to be assembled. Blank paper is my friend: I can move the pencil across it and draw my image or use words to paint a story for my reader. Anything that involves following directions or precise shapes and sizes is just no good for me. Besides, if it falls apart there’s only one way to put it back together. I like to mold it a little, switch it up… make it mine and make it fit. There no way you can fit a square into a circle, and I hate that.

It’s devastating when something we love falls apart – whether it was the puzzle you spent hours putting together, a model airplane or your life, it all hurts. The time and energy is gone, you can’t get it back. Pieces get lost, broken beyond repair and then what? Your puzzle is incomplete, model is flawed and life is empty. That’s when grabbing that blank piece of paper comes in handy. Start over. Sketch it out yourself, make it your own. If it’s not what you want, you can always erase or add to it. The possibilities are endless.

It doesn’t have to be perfect, just yours.