Puzzling is my personal symptom of being on vacation. Only then I have lazy time to put together a 750 piece puzzle and allow myself the luxury of quiet time hovered over the table for hours. There is clear-cut simple and inexpensive gratification with each piece I connect as slowly the big picture comes into focus and my anxious excitement moves in slow motion. Visiting family in Kentucky, I had plenty of quiet time to (over think) comprehend how life is like a puzzle. Every day is a piece.
Consider how boxed puzzles and real-life puzzles build character and teach these life lessons:
-Little things add up to something amazing, just take it one tiny piece at a time
-With puzzles come patience and oodles of endurance; everything takes time
-Battling frustration over that one damn missing piece or unexpected problem grows perseverance
-Admitting you need help contributes to reaching your goal and makes any project more fun
-A feeling of accomplishment beams near the end of your goal and it feels simply satisfying (even if it is only a five-dollar masterpiece).
At home, I swing from tree to tree of busy-body-ness rarely slowing down to my vacation puzzle calm place. I admit my personal life could soak up simple peace with a puzzle table at home; my own rest stop in between tree swinging. You see, when I am puzzling, I focus on one piece at a time, forcing me to stay in the present…. and THIS is the puzzle piece that is missing in my rushed chattering brain.
I am disappointed my "One Hundred Chickens and a Worm" Puzzle was not completed in Kentucky. I was soooo close; I only needed one more day! We broke it down into chunks and the plan is to reconstruct and finish in California. Just like in real-life puzzles, it feels so good to slip in that final last piece of the big picture, knowing you have met your goal and are ready to move on to solving whatever life sends you next.
Riding a unicycle is like life. To be successful and enjoy the ride, they both require tremendous balance and focus. I sit up tall, shoulders back and imagine I am holding one of my young boys under each arm. My best-friend-techie-husband’s hand on my seat (hubba, hubba) to guide me, and my two wiener dogs running alongside, looking like double Dumbos. As I train to ride Blanche, my unicycle, in a half-marathon, I think how good God is as the breeze blows my brown hair, a big smile on my face. Come along for a thrilling one-wheel ride while I do my best to maintain balance... but keep an open mind, there is always something new to learn!