I was grumpy in my dreams and I'm grumpy in reality too. I shouldn't have had that evening half cup of coffee - I don't usually drink coffee and when I do it's always before midday. But I thought I'd be sociable and join the others and it would help keep me alert for the driving through the twisty country roads etc etc. So come 2am I'm still saying to myself "just one more thing before I go to bed..."
I'm impatient that the jigsaw isn't finished, I'm fed up that situations I was in a year ago have barely moved forwards, I'm sad that I don't seem to have much control over how things are.
Someone recently talked about life being like a jigsaw and I know he was empathising about how I was trying to fit things in, but I don't really think the metaphor works for life as jigsaws are just too static. My life feels more like an underwater kaleidoscope, constantly shifting and impossible to pin down. I guess I need to just admire all the beautiful colours rather than bemoan it's complexity and transience.
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