Work In Progress A year has passed since I dared to dream. Since I found the courage to be hopeful. And what a year it has been. I have gone from being my very worst to getting close to my very best. I still fail. I’m still tired. I’m still sad every once in a while. I still fall to pieces from time to time. But I have found the strength and the motivation to pick the pieces off the ground and puzzle them together over and over again, patiently looking for the right spot for the right piece, instead of forcing things into places where they don’t belong. Because a person is a puzzle, and it’s only when you manage to put the pieces in the right place that you can begin to see the whole picture. To see yourself for what you really are. A puzzle needs no additional paintwork or superglue, it only needs patience and time, and in this past year, I found the time, and I found the patience. I dared to dream that I could be a work of art and not just scattered pieces in a cardboard box. I began to understand that creating a masterpiece takes time, patience and a great amount of courage, and I decided to take the time, learn to be patient and to find the courage. I am still working on the masterpiece that is me. I am still putting pieces together. But now, I dare to hope. Now I have the courage to believe that also I will be complete. Now, I dare to dream.