Sometimes I’ll say (or write) something casually and then realize that off the fly comment has come deeper, trapped emotion.
The remark inspired a renewed email exchange with a friend, which is always nice, but later I got to thinking about the comparison of life to a card game.
My husband and I used to play Euchre with another couple fairly regularly. We had a lot of fun — when I partnered up with someone other than him. His take on the situation was that I wasn’t an aggressive player; my take was that he was too competitive. In hindsight, his description of my style is accurate though.
I like to play it safe.
But whether we’re talking about a game of Euchre or trying to launch a writing career, playing it safe just doesn’t cut it. You can only win if you take risks and put yourself out there.
So, I’m tossing in the hand I was dealt and looking for some new cards to play. Cards that I control.