One of my favorite fast food places is Chick-Fil-A – I really enjoy the sandwich and the waffle fries. (On a complete side note, I was dismayed when visiting the Dwarf House restaurant in Atlanta, the origin of Chick-Fil-A, upon finding it doesn’t have waffle fries.) The very first time I saw the restaurant was in a mall in Philadelphia when I was in college. My first thought was, what kind of name is that for a restaurant? I wondered because I was pronouncing it chick-fill-uh, and that just didn’t seem appealing at all. After some time, it hit me – OH – it’s chick-fill-ay as in filleted or boneless chicken.
That kind of moment when something clicks into place is a wonderful feeling, an aha or oh, I get it now moment. These moments can reflect trivial discoveries or even reflect moments of, well, stupidity. They can also reflect profound thoughts, breakthroughs on spiritual or philosophical matters. I’d include an example of a more significant aha moment for me, but I couldn’t remember one.
It can take mere seconds for the pieces to click into place or years for it to all mesh together, but when it does, what a nice moment. It’s even nicer when the pieces stay clicked together – I must admit an unfortunately large share of mine where the puzzle pieces fall apart and I lose the aha again.
