It started off simply enough. We visited my youngest sister’s house, and they were working a 500 piece puzzle in the family room. Slowly, we got sucked into putting it together. Okay, let’s be honest – we got sucked in and I annoyingly kind of took over.
It was so fun that I swung by my local Dollar General and picked up two puzzles. One was a 500-piece picture of a bunch of colorful beach cabanas. It cost $1, and provided about two days of solid puzzle-working entertainment. The second was a 1000-piece picture of Finn and Rey against the sandy beige-tan-brown backdrop of Jakku.
Yeaaaaaahhh, no. I took one look at 1,000 TINY monochromatic pieces and was like “NOPE!” I don’t care how much I enjoyed The Force Awakens, no puzzle is worth my sanity.
But I didn’t stop.
We keep buying puzzles. And I keep working them. It’s a problem. I didn’t even stop with real, physical puzzles. I got a steampunk video game for Xbox One called “Clockwork Tales of Glass and Ink” which was mostly puzzles.
I think puzzles provide the same meditative, focused-yet-relaxed feelings that everyone participating in the adult coloring book craze gets. There’s also the nostalgia factor.
Have you ever picked up an unexpected hobby out of the blue? Anybody out there doing the adult coloring book thing? What is it about coloring – and working puzzles – that is so calming?