I’m back into puzzles during quarantine. Puzzles have always been a form of escape for me. It keeps my attention and requires some thought “hmm, is this blue more purple blue or more blue blue?”
I used to do a 1,000 piece puzzle every Christmas at my house. It gave me a few days to be by myself and not have to be part of my family unit. My family unit is more scattered and confusing than a 1,000 piece puzzle poured out onto a piece of poster board, and has only become worse over the years as they age. A puzzle can be put back together and make sense, my family can’t. They are like a wet bag of puzzle pieces – broken and peeling away from themselves.
I’m going to be using this blog again so that I can vent and feel better. I need something. Yesterday my mind and body basically stopped working after a two hour panic attack. I laid down and slept from 2:30pm-6pm. I’m going gray in my mid-30’s. I no longer find my crafts entertaining, and it’s hard to push myself to even attempt to make something new.
I know this pandemic is changing everything forever… can you feel it too?
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