A Rubik's Cube...is what I remind myself of the most when it comes to "being complicated."
Now, what probably comes to mind is that classic 3x3x3, multicoloured thing that when frustrated, some people just peel the stickers off and "solve" it.
I prefer to think of myself more as the 7x7x7. If you've never seen one of these, it's just as large and unruly as it may seem in your head. The stickers that were once so removable? Imagine a thick la
Some days, it is easy to solve this ginormous walking puzzle that is myself; sometimes, it can take months.
I am not always in control of who's moving the pieces around, in which order, but certainly my body is the central pivoting piece inside it.
Some days I wake up afraid of where the puzzle has been left off, or where it will be when I attempt to go back to sleep again.
Anyone else feel similar?