PUzzLE

MOM:  Son, I don't think that peg fits in that hole.

SON:  Yes it does mommy, watch...

Bam, Bam, BAM BAM!!!!

SON:  See Mommy, it fits just right!

It's ironic.  The shapes line up and everything seems to glide through without any hesitation.  And that is exactly how we DON'T want it.  Some part of our nature just doesn't want to accept the 'fit'.  It's like we just want to make ourselves frustrated with something that will either break altogether, or we WILL make the Square Peg go into the Round Hole, but it's just stuck in this really wrong place.  Unable to move or breathe...

Then we 'Grow up' and move beyond the little Hammered Block puzzle toy to real 500 PLUS piece picture puzzles.  

How many times have I sat there determined to match two pieces together when I know they're not right.  It's a crazy struggle.  And especially after three days of having the puzzle sitting on the dining room table... just gotta get it finished.  

We'll struggle to make something work that just doesn't seem right and in the end isn't right instead of walking away and taking a breath...

The right piece is there.  You just have to know what it looks like.  Or at least have a clue - does it have a straight border?  does it have a particular color on the top anywhere?  does it have a peculiar shape?

The puzzle will hopefully come together.  It will get done.  The search for that special piece will end in something true and remarkable.  And after all the struggles, it'll be complete.