The Peace Of A Puzzle
final winter, my coworkers turned an empty desk on our floor into a puzzle table. They really liked puzzles, and we entire liked the belief of occasionally standing up, having nonvirtual conversations, and looking at something other than our devices’ glowing screens. So Terri brought in a 500-piece puzzle, and every few days, she or Julie would lift a miniature shatter to work on it. And I…kept meaning to lift a turn, but just never really got around to it. I had nothing against the puzzle; it seemed perfectly nice. I stayed at my desk mostly due to inertia. Neither the puzzle itself nor the belief of keeping my brain and body from turning to mush were stronger than the beep beep bloop bloops of my laptop and phone.
A few weeks later, we took a coworker out to lunch for her final day, and I forgot both that it was not ecstatic hour, and that this restaurant’s margaritas are very strong. Back at my desk, I tried to accept work done…and quickly realized I had no commerce, trade writing anything other than a “u up?” text. But because it is apparently “weird” and “a miniature concerning” to attain that at 3 p.m. on a weekday, I decided that the puzzle was the next-best exercise of my lowered inhibitions. And after a few minutes hovering over the hundreds of brightly colored, Route 66–themed pieces, I realized… I loved doing puzzles! Of course, a drunk woman loving something she was just introduced to moments ago isn’t precisely a solid endorsement. But I went on to buy myself a resplendent 1,000-piece puzzle, which I completed over several fully sober hours in my apartment — indeniable proof that while a bit of tequila can certainly gain putting tab A into slot B more fun, it’s a pretty universally satisfying experience either way.
When I’m working on a puzzle, I feel both very mountainous and very small. I savor the way the thin cardboard pieces feel as I turn them around in my fingers, sort them by color, and press them into space. I am delighted by entire of the aha moments — like when it becomes clear that I’ve finally found the right spot for a piece I’ve picked up and keep down a dozen times already, or when I realize that a huge floating island I’ve constructed can now be connected to another completed expanse. I savor working on the final 30 or so pieces, when I’m going based mostly on shape and not color, and am both excited to finish and trying to savor each moment. I don’t reflect it’s an accident that I got into puzzles during a personal low period. When your life is falling apart, literally putting something back together is powerful. It’s difficult not to find pleasure in the act of turning a disorganized pile of fragments into something resplendent and orderly. It’s even better when this doesn’t require any dirt, manual labor, talent, or skill.
Speaking of talent and skill, puzzles are an excellent hobby for people who lack both. And unlike many hobbies, puzzles don’t require you to buy a bunch of special tools or supplies just to accept started, or inquire of that you wait out a frustrating learning period. The first thing you try to knit will probably contemplate pretty lumpy when you are done. The first puzzle you total will contemplate perfect.
Equal parts soothing and stimulating, puzzles cast a gentle spell that is to a certain degree still strong enough to pull my shoulders down from my ears in less than 10 minutes. They are, by their very nature, a challenge, but it always feels like a friendly one; I be pleased never once doubted that the puzzle genuinely wants me to win. When I start a recent puzzle, I attain so with the confidence that I will be able to total it. It becomes, then, an exercise in patience. certain, I can devote more time each day to working on a puzzle, but, ultimately, each one will just lift the amount of hours it takes. I found this frustrating at first, but I’ve since near to appreciate the regular pace of a puzzle. (Or, more accurately: I’ve near to appreciate being able to smugly say, “I’ve near to appreciate the regular pace of a puzzle.”)
When I’m working on a puzzle, I feel both very mountainous and very small.
While I’d be lying whether I said that I don’t Snapchat my progress on occasion, I typically shut my laptop and keep my phone in attain Not Disturb mode in another room when I’m working on a puzzle. Instead of splitting my attention between tabs and apps, I am building a tiny universe; after just a few minutes, everything beyond its edges feels very far absent. Lately, I’ve been combining puzzling and podcasts. It’s one of the only ways I can accept myself to actually listen to podcasts while I’m at domestic, and something approximately the pairing feels delightfully dilapidated-fashioned — like, Gee-whiz, entire it takes to preserve me entertained is a jigsaw puzzle and the radio! But I often don’t even need that; I can work on a puzzle in total silence for hours. Doing puzzles makes me feel like I am healing the parts of my brain that the internet has rotted. I contemplate for a piece I need, I find the peace I need.
While puzzles are an incredible solo activity, I’d be remiss whether I didn’t mention the magic of doing them with others. As far as group activities fade, they are an incredibly wholesome choice. Yes, you could propose smoking a joint or playing Cards Against Humanity at a gathering, but you’d attain so with the knowledge that you might alienate some partygoers. Puzzles though. You really can’t fade wrong proposing a puzzle. They are particularly wonderful for times in which multiple generations will be together under one roof. Unlike card and board games, puzzles be pleased no complicated rules to account for to recent guests, nor attain they ignite the sort of familial competitiveness that ends in tears or bloodshed. Doing a puzzle is also significantly safer than watching a film, which may contain a graphic sex scene no one knew approximately. whether a puzzle contains a graphic sex scene, it’ll be right there on the box.
Speaking of talent and skill, puzzles are an excellent hobby for people who lack both.
Cartographer John Spilsbury is widely credited with creating the first jigsaw puzzles; he mounted maps on wood, chop them into pieces, and used them to teach children geography. Two-hundred-and-fifty years later, puzzles are still wonderful for helping people find their way. Even on days when I don’t gain much visible progress, I, at least, always feel a miniature more whole when I’m done with a session. Puzzles are an incredibly pure way to commence healing a broken heart, and to occupy a intellect that would otherwise be consumed by thoughts of loss, madden, fright, or simply the notifications on your phone. A puzzle won’t solve entire of your problems, but a puzzle is a problem you can solve. •
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