This title seems so fitting this week. I love puzzles. While some people may play words with friends, Tetris, mindcraft, etc., I do puzzles. Right now I have two different apps on my phone and one has a daily free game. In other words, I do at least one a day, usually at night before I go to bed. It’s a great way to let go of the random excess thoughts that run through my brain during every waking moment.
The word puzzle is a little symbolic of life right now. All of the pieces are coming together and soon we will have a picture of what our new phase of small town living, big city life might look like.
Last night was baccalaureate for my graduating teenager. The class walked in carrying puzzle pieces that they made on their senior retreat earlier this year. Each is an original but together they are on a journey. Sunday each piece will go their separate way.
Life is a puzzle. Sometimes you might misplace a piece. Sometimes you might lose the cover and not be sure what the picture is supposed to be that you are forming. Sometimes it all comes together like a piece of art.