After finishing a Saturday NY Times crossword puzzle--the hardest of the week--I realized why I find crossword puzzles so satisfying: the opportunity to be perfect. I entered the final word, and there it was: done, correct, my neat little printing filling the neat little boxes, each letter in its right home.
Pretty much everything else in life is annoyingly squishy. Work, writing, exercise, eating, dealing with people--none of them offer simple perfection.
But crossword puzzles do.
It's a beautiful thing.
Passion: Pass It On (TRU Benefit)
2 weeks ago
1 comment:
Wendy, I never realized you were a fellow crossworder, and not just a fellow theaterer!
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