The thing about store-bought puzzles is they give you the right amount of pieces to make a whole. The thing about being human is, those pieces keep changing. I suppose I used to think this was the flaw, now I tend to see it as the gift. 

He asked me what I wanted to do. I said I didn’t know, because I didn’t. Sometimes uncertain can feel like unhappy. When the image to your puzzle just isn’t clear. So I washed. Creamed. Make-upped. Was it a voice? Outside? Inside? Something told me to put on some bigger earrings. Today needs a hoop. So I did. I even filled my usually empty second holes with a smaller pair. And a bracelet, I thought. All the pieces were coming together. I put on the ruffled blouse. The jeans. Lined my lips. Perfumed the back of my neck, and we were off. Coffee and conversation. Books and beloved. I was whole. 

We think we need to know everything. Sometimes it’s uncertainty itself that leads the way. I don’t know what today will bring, but I do know that I have everything I need, and just enough to wish for. I am an ever changing puzzle, but I am whole.