I woke early this morning. Lying in bed, I watched the tiny green light on the ceiling —a smoke detector perhaps, or maybe a spy camera. It seemed to be moving around. Isn’t the brain weird, presenting us, as it does, with visions and thoughts?
Then my mind conjured up an unrelated memory and I began to think of my two dear pinochle partners from yesteryear — my father and my brother. Sometimes we played until four or five in the morning.
I always had mixed feelings about playing pinochle. It’s a competitive card game, and when I compete, I like to win. Although the effort it takes to win feels like work, and when I’m relaxing, I don’t like to “work.” Aha, you’ve got it! A dilemma — work at it and win or relax and lose.
After years of working at it, playing as well as I could, I realized that I had won fewer than one- third of the games, about the same odds as sheer luck. That was when I relaxed into the purely recreational aspects of playing and began to actually enjoy myself. Patterns persist, but sometimes…
Despite the preamble, what I intended to write about in this blog, is letting go of a mistaken self-image. One example for me, is recognizing that I wasn’t the best debater on the college debate circuit. That happened the day I lost a knockout round to Lawrence Tribe, who later became our nation’s top constitutional law expert at Harvard Law School.
But the mistaken self-image I’ve currently let go of is that I’m any good at investing in the stock market. I might have, in the past, told myself I’m great, but my actual experience has been losing money almost every time. I’m lousy at holding stocks. I once lost one third of my (then) substantial investment in the market. Then I hired a professional money manager who went on to lose as much as I had. Well, no more.
Live and learn. And learn. And learn.
I often wonder why can’t we benefit more from the mistakes of others? That’s one reason I like to read biographies – maybe I’ll learn something. But mostly, we humans seem to insist on repeating the same mistakes, over and over.
Is there anything you think you’re good at, but from which you actually get a poor result? (You might go back and take a peek at my Pogo Stick blogs. I won’t touch a Pogo Stick ever again.)
The breeze outside seems as promising as it does on any other day. And if there is anything I’ve come to understand, the wind will always, eventually, change direction. I wish you a happy day.
Alan
