Five Thousand Pieces of Recovery

As much as puzzles may not seem like something on an average to do list, it has been on mine since last May. After surgery, because of the slump I was in and finding out who was truly there for me during surgery, my dad went out and bought, (rather shopped online) the most challengingly frustrating, magnificent puzzle, I could have ever asked for.

Now this is a hobby, not just something I picked up randomly. Typically winter break as a child I would be sick with one cold or another, and so, New Years Eve my dad had bought me a puzzle to work on. I'd spend every New Years Eve and day trying, usually finishing I might add, the puzzle he gave me. It might not seem so glamorous but, for me, those are years I remember having something of a brain teaser to do and I'd be working diligently to get it done.

 
Well, as I mentioned, the puzzle he gave me is one that, at some points, I felt I would never finish. Every time I'd work on it, it be either hit or miss with the amount of puzzle pieces I'd be able to finish. To me, this was my project. It was my baby. It's at the core of my being.. or so I'm exaggerating. Well, at the very least, it felt like I worked, literally, through my recovery. Through my ups and downs. Whatever surgery had brought my way, or rather life in general, this puzzle essentially made me be able to reevaluate my life and put my focus onto something else. My problems eventually disappeared and life was slowly pieced back together.

 

It took a lot of time and energy to complete this, but as they say, Rome wasn't built in a day!

All it took was 5,000 pieces!

 

<3

Jess