There are a lot of plate and food metaphors out there. "Got a lot on your plate." "Plate of fear." "Bitten more than you can chew."
What's on my plate? Is it a basic TV dinner, or is it a chic filet mignon? Could it be a rustic steak or a sweet piece of cake?
Who am I? My plate is a mix of love, music, tears, envy, and heartbreak. But do these add up to a complete person? What am I missing?
The missing piece of my plate will just have to come to me in it's own time. There is nothing I can do but wait for it to decide to show up.
It's going to be a long wait.