You know how when you start putting together a puzzle and you sort out all the end pieces, find the four corner pieces and slowly, bit by bit, start finding a match here, a match there... After a little time and effort you get all the edge pieces in place, but on the inside you just have little clumps of the puzzle put together and still a lot of solitary pieces floating around by themselves?
That's how my life feels right now. My edges are in place--by age 30 I know pretty well who I am, what I like, what gives me meaning in my life and all that existential stuff. I've got bits of my life sorted (i.e., the clumps of the puzzle that are in place)--I am living in the city where I want to live, I have some great friends here and in Eugene, I have my family nearby for the first time in seven years, I have my education and know the field in which I want to dedicate my professional life, I have a little bit of savings, a car and a cat... Yet, there are still so many of those little pieces floating around for which I have yet to find a matching piece (or four)...
I don't have a long-term residence in this beautiful city where I want to live I don't have a job in the field that I want to dedicate my professional life to. I don't even know what my dream job in that field is! I'm still learning the ropes of living in Portland and how I can best thrive here...
But, slowly, I am trying my hardest right now to get those pieces of the puzzle put together. I'm smack in the middle of it all--on the verge of a new house, on the verge of a new job, starting a new phase of my life...
Yup. If my life were a puzzle, it'd be anywhere but finished. Then again, I'm not sure I'd ever want it to be completely finished because what's the fun in that? No more room for change, or growth... I guess I'll see what I can do to make sure that last piece doesn't fall into place until my death. Then I'll know it was a good life.
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