Many of my readers will know that John and I play lots of Scrabble. I love our games, and I often suggest playing, but I don't generally have the winning "hand." I have my share of wins, and even some really good ones, but John tends to dominate. He is more focused than I am and less likely to get frustrated with himself.
Here's what I wonder: Why, even though I love playing with him, do I let myself get so frustrated sometimes that I'm sick of the game by the end? I know that I'm going to want to play next time! Sometimes, I'm even frustrated when I'm winning! (Tonight, for example) The picture above, by the way, is not tonight's game. It's the "winning by cheating through accidental math game" from a week or so ago.
And how does my loving and kind husband manage to not get frustrated with my frustration with myself?
Thank you, Beautiful Man.
Happy Night to you, Friends. Be Well!
(Note to self: Just be different in your mind when you play. 'Nuff Said.)



