all the pieces have fallen into place, but will i follow?
sometimes i feel like i've been zapped into that machine from willy wonka.
you know, the one that transfers that candy bar and the kid.
a million tiny little pieces is really hard to put back together correctly.
luckily for me my pieces are in large clumps now.
more put together than ever.
but alas, the puzzle still remains.
how does the magician reassemble the torn woman?
how does one live the life they dream?
i am spread thin.
but i make motion towards one common goal:
happiness.
phase one is complete.
phase two has just begun.