Decisive Maze Dwellers

You would think that a person of my seemingly almost normal functioning would certainly have figured out things by now; however, I am surprised each and every time I step into a new puzzle in my daily contemplations without really knowing the best fit for each of the puzzle pieces.

Take, for instance, the puzzle for today.  Do I pick up the piece that says, " Take it easy, don't jump the gun", or do I burrow down into some absolutely nonsensical mythical maneuver to take matters into my own hands and hope for the best?

Most likely than not, I will contemplate all aspects of the puzzle of the day, decide which piece of it to put where, and stand back and watch the story unfold.  Once the piece is locked in, and fitting perfectly in that place, it is rare that it can be uprooted and placed anyplace else. It takes a life of its' own and gains speed of its' own accord and takes me along with it.

The greatest difficulty is the decision making of the first piece to pick up and where it may exactly fit. Once that obstacle has been hurdled, a deeper breath brings a bit of satisfaction and the knowledge, that whatever the outcome, a decisive measure has been taken.  The rest seems to fall into place; however, at times, you have to defend the stance, knowing that if you can't stand by your own decision making, there is not another puzzle player out there who will give you the least bit of credibility.

It seems that most puzzle players are forgiving once they know you are a serious maze dweller.  It doesn't matter so much the actual piece you pick up, it's standing by your decision for better or worse.  You can then win the respect of the puzzle community.

 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

My Friend Jo-Ann

Image
  November 28, 2023 1:26 pm   I just want to say I miss my friend Jo-Ann Carlton Blair, 1943-2020.  It hit me hard today about how much I do miss her.  I have called very few people friends in my lifetime, she was one of them. Jo-Ann never disappointed and never turned her back on me; she was straight forward, real, and direct with me. She and I did things together that did not include our husbands, like the time she booked us a five star hotel in Buckhead with a five course meal, then a limousine to our front row seats at the Fox Theater in Atlanta to see The Phantom of the Opera! Who does that?  When she walked into a room, everyone had to adjust to her light, for her light always shined brightly.  She most always had a gift in her hand to give to someone.  She was a great balance for me because my lips cracked when I tried to smile,  I didn't usually stretch my lips to do that.  I didn't have to do anything when she was around because she gave out the light and the warmth an
Read more

I Will Stay in My Walled House Paula Day Johns

Image
  I will stay in my walled house. No one can bother me there. In my house, I find security, comfort, and peace. No matter that there are others, Out there somewhere who may need my help. I will stay in my walled house. No one can bother me there. Do I mind if I hear the cries of others who are in sorrow? Shall I trouble myself today or shall I wait until tomorrow? I will stay in my walled house. No one can bother me there. Anxious I am about what I may find. A needy child, an addicted mother, a man who is blind. I will stay in my walled house. No one can bother me there. I will eat chocolates, and take nice hot baths, No matter to me if they have lost their paths. I will stay in my walled house. No one can bother me there. A knock on my door, I cringe at who it may be. How dare they come without a call. I peek through the window and shrink in despair. I see Jesus Christ standing there! I will not open it! I am sure He is not pleased.
Read more

Dancing With My Pillows

Image
What kind of dance may it be, The one that only brings agony. A twist, a turn, a one, two, three. The pillow that looms close to my head, The one that tells me he is dead. A twist, a turn, a one, two, three. The pillow that lifts my knees high, The one that gives no warmth to my thigh. A twist, a turn, a one, two, three. The pillow that embraces my neck, The one that says my life is a wreck. A twist, a turn, a one, two, three. The pillow that lays close to my side, The one that pretends to be Clyde. A twist, a turn, a one, two, three. Dancing with my pillows, In a waltz of sorrow, Now and forever will feel hollow.
Read more