Puzzle Pieces

puzzle piecesI believe that everything happens for a reason, and that reason is most often a good one. Otherwise why get out of bed in the morning? Beyond the fact of my father’s death and taking stock of all of the events leading up to what unfolded in the last two weeks I can’t say that I wish it had gone much differently than it did. It reminds of a breakup I went through many years ago that was pathologically cruel, but had it gone any other way I might still have held on to someone who would only have hurt me more and held me back. I can see that if these things didn’t happen the way they did that I wouldn’t be on the path I’m on right now, and this path has felt more right than any I’ve walked down in a long time. I am where I need to be.

When I was a kid my mother loved puzzles. I remember one puzzle in particular was a giant circle filled with brightly colored mushrooms. Why yes, I was born in the 70’s, why do you ask? I learned to build puzzles from watching my mother’s method: first, find all the edge pieces, and put them together into a frame. Then, using the front of the box as a guide, put more pieces in the general area you’re pretty sure they go. As piles within the frame grow larger, try to fit them together until eventually the puzzle almost starts to build itself. In that process, you’ll probably think “Oh, this yellow piece goes here.” but then as you find more pieces and more of the puzzle fills in you realize that actually goes completely on the other side. And two pieces that fit together suddenly seem like they never did when you find the pieces they actually fit to. So while I don’t believe that life ever gets to a perfect “Ah. The puzzle of life is complete. Now I just sit back and drink mai tais by the pool.” I do believe that we’re each like a piece, and as the puzzle fills in our life gains more context and suddenly being over here or fitting with these pieces feels absurd and wrong.

So if you’re in a place that feels right, then suddenly you aren’t, look forward. Think about the pieces of the puzzle that you can’t see, and move as though the next place you’ll find yourself will be even more where you belong.

Also, listen to this song, which has been running through my head as I’ve written this:

Do you think everything happens for a reason? Are there things in your past you’d change?

By Jennifer Spencer

I'm a storyteller, food lover, book collector, and a Southerner at heart. I love connecting people.