Sunday, March 13, 2011
Is it just me? Can you help me answer one of the age-old questions this morning? Why? The final nail that I pound into a piece of wood always splits it. The last remaining screw, into my sheetrock project, always misses its mark and creates an ugly hole. There's always one last piece to the puzzle that's not there at the end. When I'm in a rush, the parking spot is elusive. Sometimes the more I plan and fine tune a project, the less fulfillment is achieved. Why is it that, a lot of times, planning on the fly procures the most satisfaction? What exactly is the allure of the missing piece? Why is it, that on my search for the that most important object I need, I find everything else I've been looking for recently? Is it just me?