I sure am a glutton for punishment sometimes. If last year’s goals taught me anything, it’s that sometimes forcing the issue really doesn’t help. Take chess for example. Sure, I learned to play chess, and it got me spending more time with my hubby doing something he likes to do, but did I ever come to enjoy it for the game it is? If I’m being honest, the answer is no. So why oh why did I keep chess on my goals for another year? That’s a very good question, and one that I asked myself at the beginning of June when I realized I didn’t play at all in May. Of course, my husband’s immediate reaction to this question was to suggest that we play, right then and there.
So we did. And, dare I say, I had fun.
Yep, stop the presses and hold the phones! I’m not sure what happened, but somehow I was able to let go of the pressure of planning 4 moves in advance and just try out some different tactics. I think my enjoyment was enhanced by the fact that we were able to finish two games in just over an hour… whereas before a single game might have taken even longer than that, and losing over the course of two hours sure gets old fast.
Also, I won the first game, which may have had something to do with the fun factor, but then we played a second time and I lost, and I didn’t throw the board across the room or anything! (Just for the record I’ve never actually done such a thing, though I have fantasized about giving it a good toss in a fit of loser-rage.)
So last year I learned to play. Maybe this year I’ll learn to like it.