I’ll bet you were expecting to see a photo of a bridge – maybe even one of those tricky log crossings over a stream.
Nope – this is about the game of bridge, which I play online almost every day while I have my dinner (well, it’s better than no company at all). Today was my annual venture out of the house and go play a charity event for Haven House day.
Truthfully, it was the most fun I’ve had playing bridge for a while. Great bunch of people, lots of laughs, a few really good hands – interspersed with lots of rotten ones. But who cares. It was for a great cause. We raise a ton of money every year.
I had an interesting thought coming home – why I blog and why I take risks blogging. Writing is how I process my life – most of the time anyway. I have been writing since I was a little thing. In fact, I think I have a box in the garage with diaries and notebooks going back 40 or 50 years. Imagine that!
Hmmm – no breaking into my garage now, okay?
When I have something going on inside me, I write about it rather than talk about it.
And here’s something that’s really uncomfortable for me to admit. I have known for a long time what drives me: three tope things: achievement, autonomy and admiration. I feel I may have to add a fourth “A” word – approval. The reason I think I really, really need to add it is that it makes me squirm internally. That tells me everything I need to know right there.
I don’t just want people to admire me – I want them to approve of me (gulp).
Ah – the frailty of the human condition. Yes, I am frail. Better to tell the truth about that than pretend otherwise.