He sat across from me, fingering a piece or two, half-heartedly looking for a connection for the pieces. After only a few minutes he said, "I don't know why anyone would choose to sit here and do this." This guy...making me laugh since 1995. We had pulled the puzzle out of the game closet over Christmas break. The other puzzler in the family wanted to work on it with me. But then she didn't. She said, "I think I'm over puzzles. I kinda hate 'em now." This kid...making me roll my eyes since, well I can't remember when! So here I am stuck with 1000 pieces of the same color of yellows and greens, and clearly in.this.alone. I just didn't think I had the heart to sit and find the masterpiece in all the chaos.
Until I sat down and realized I did.
I have found so much of my life like that. Hard things are often done alone. That's where the character is built, or so they say. I often find myself thinking how overrated character feels. The truth is, this puzzle hasn't really been about completion. It's been about puzzling out the hard, real life things weighing on my heart. If I didn't take the late night hours to sit and try to match some cardboard pieces up, I'd distract myself with something that would numb and ignore the bigger things, the important things.
As bummed as I was to be going about this puzzle alone, I've also found the process to be quite refreshing! We each need time to process life, to make sense of things, to heal, to savor, to give thanks. The process is what life is about -- believing there to be a masterpiece at the end keeps us going!