I’ve been picking up the pieces of my life

I have this image of what my life is supposed to be

Like a rubic cube with all the colors and squares perfect.

Someone dropped the rubic cube.

It’s in pieces on the floor and the stickers have all come off

I’m picking the pieces up

I’m going to realign the squares so the mechanism works

The colors will never be perfect again.

I’m learning to be okay with that

It’s a process but healing is happening

Rebuilding is happening

It will look different when finished

No longer broken, just changed.

Change is good