I like doing puzzles. Call me old fashioned, or
maybe just old, but I really like puzzles. I've liked them ever since I was
little. I used to sit and do them for hours with my grandparents. There are
some inside jokes in my family about some ridiculous things I have said while
"puzzling." Puzzles and I, we just go way back. And while I had
abandoned them for a while, they have recently found a way back into my
life.
Forrest Gump told us that life is like a box of
chocolates (you never know what you're going to get) but I'd like to think that
life is more relatable to a puzzle. Life is kind of like a puzzle; you sort of
know what you are getting yourself into. You just don't know the specific
logistics. Like how long it will take to put together, and you don't have an
absolute guarantee that all the pieces are in the box. There is both
predictability and unpredictability. I guess there is that with a box of
chocolates too, but I think a puzzle is a better representation.
Lately, my life feels more than ever like a puzzle.
And in this puzzle, I seem to be missing the picture. You know the picture you
look at it to help you know what image you are putting together? Well… I can’t
seem to find it.
I'm a big picture person. You give me a task or
assignment and I see the big picture first. I see the end product and then I
sit down and put together the little details and plan to put it all together.
Similarly, that’s how I like to do my puzzles. I look at the big picture and
frame the outside and then put together everything in the middle. I think that’s
how most people do puzzles; it makes sense. You get the frame put together and
then you can piece all the centerpieces together. It's a whole lot easier that
way.
