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The other day while driving in my car, the thought occurred to me that life is indeed like a mosaic. And then I could see the pieces. Each one was beautiful, perfect, and all of them were so unique.  My pieces seem scattered, like a million pieces that just don’t quite fit together. Of course scattered, is not the same thing as shattered. The pieces are all still there, I  just have to figure out how to make it all fit together. So many pieces...

     It’s transition time for me. Never, and I mean never, is transition a pleasant experience. Everything in my life suffers from the wake of it. But I digress, lest I bore you to death.

     The pieces will come together in my life and they will come together in yours too. It will be like a work of art that has once been started, it  must be completed. And it will be, as all artists know, completely different from what I had envisioned. It will be more beautiful. It will not come easy. It will not come together on my timetable. So I wait. And truly, so does everyone else that I know. We wait. We pick our pieces up and we examine them. We turn them over in our hands and in our minds. We work. Work is what we do. And one day, we will see what we have made. Be it good or be it bad, it is ours. And we, through our lives have touched many, but the work is ours and ours alone.

We, my friends, are free. Free to fly, and I can tell you from experience, the pieces are a lot easier to see from up here. And oh, what a magnificent puzzle it is!

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