Wednesday, March 23, 2005


There's not much going on in my head I want to write about these last few days. I've chosen to be more present in my "real life" lately and that means spelunking around in the blogosphere a lot less. Today I read this post on going jesus and really liked what she had to say about learning to live without so much protective layering.

In other news, the hiking shoes came in today. They're real cool.

I've also been working on the hardest puzzle in the world. Well, maybe not. With the aid of 2 young friends we've gotten quite far but it's not easy. These are the weirdest puzzles I've ever seen. It's actually 2 puzzles in one. They throw all the pieces in one bag and you have to figure out which is which. 1000 funky shaped pieces total. THEN to top that off, they haven't got the right photos on the top of the box! They are just enough different to make one go crazy.

At the same time, I remembered that puzzles are great therapy for me. I forgot that. I hadn't done a puzzle in so long I forgot that once in about 1996 or 7 maybe, I'm not sure which year, I was at my craziest ever. Freaked Out Insecure Neurotic and Emotional was I. There came a 4 day weekend after a painful breakup where I found myself with a holiday weekend and nobody to hang out with. My parents were out of town, and everyone had plans, not a thing going on. I freaked out but then I thought to myself: "Ok, Self. There was a time I liked being alone. What did I do then?" Well, I drank a lot of coffee and I wrote letters and I listened to music and I lit candles and I watched movies. But I didn't want to do the exact same things, I wanted to do things that were good for me and I wanted to do something that would occupy my mind and stop the obsess-fest.
So I bought some good coffee, I taped the Joyce Meyer show all week, (she was really helpful to me at that time) on a whim, I bought a puzzle and a new CD. When the weekend came, I didn't feel ready for it. But I worked on that stinkin puzzle all weekend. I drank coffee and I sang along with the CD and I cried and I healed. I went for walks, and I watched Joyce Meyer and I got in touch with me again. I remembered who I was without all the dependence and the entanglement and the immense need of another.

There's just something about a puzzle. I hardly ever do them, but with some good music in the background and a really intense puzzle, there's something that comes over me that is a little like hypnosis. Maybe my consciousness is distracted just enough to get down to the real me or something. I'm not sure. But it's been good all over again.


  • Still no pictures...

    puzzles do give you time to think if you do it alone or time to talk if you do it together. It gives you permission to be quiet and together too.

    I haven't done a puzzle in years. I loved to do them.

    Take Care

    By Blogger Michael, at 3/24/2005 2:12 PM  

  • Sounds like fun! And who is the psychopath who came up with the 2 in 1 mixed up puzzle thing - Stop the Insanity! ha ha!

    By Blogger SpookyRach, at 3/24/2005 3:22 PM  

  • I love puzzles---there is something so soothing about them.

    By Blogger PPB, at 3/24/2005 9:23 PM  

  • You know, I've never thought of it until just now, reading this, that I think I probably go to the same place inside working on my house that you go to working on puzzles.

    You explain it so well.

    By Blogger Just Pat, at 3/25/2005 12:39 PM  

  • another puzzle person checking in ... it's been 2 years since i last did one tho'... and this winter joyce meyer is really helping me to connect the dots ...

    happy Easter kiddo ... (hugs)

    By Blogger Saija, at 3/26/2005 9:03 AM  

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