After trying all day to pound square pegs into round holes, I became exhausted. My arms were starting to tire. Why won’t these pegs go in?? Just because they’re not exactly the right shape, shouldn’t be the only determining factor. I *want* them to go in. I am strong. I have the resources! I mean, this mallet is a good quality mallet, and it wasn’t cheap. I’m determined to get my money’s worth.
I can do anything! What I’m asking is not unreasonable!
But, I was losing steam. I decided to stop pounding for just a minute to regain my composure, re-evaluate the situation. I’d been pounding for what seemed like weeks, and the old quote kept popping into my head.
“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”
It was easier to hear the voice of reason when there was a lull in the pounding.
As I’m sitting there, sweat dripping from my brow, the mallet heavy in my weary hand, I looked around with new eyes. Right over there, was a hole I hadn’t seen. For reasons that were good at the time, I’d chosen to overlook it. I’d been so focused on pounding that I didn’t think it really mattered in the grand scheme of things.
It was square. The hole I’d neglected to see was square.
I looked at all the square pegs in my hand. I looked at the square peg jammed into the round hole in front of me. It was all crooked, mocking me.
Could it really be this easy?
I yanked on that square peg and took it over to the square hole. I didn’t even have to force it. It slipped right in, dropping right into place. I didn’t even need to use the mallet.
Why had I used my time and energy banging on square pegs in round holes? Why hadn’t it even occurred to me to use my energy finding square holes?
I set down my mallet and grabbed a flashlight. Let’s see how many more square holes I can find.