So this weekend March Madness officially swung into full swing, with a slew of great basketball games. And of course, I joined the countless millions that tried to guess which teams would beat which teams, and which would progress through the championship to the Final Four and eventually be crowned National Champion. (Too bad college football hasn’t figured out how to do the same thing.)
I’ve filled in a bracket for years, and have always enjoyed the process. It’s mind-bending, trying to pick the winners of each game before a ball has bounced. In the past I’ve done really well (well, except for last year – no one did well last year), and actually won the office pool one year. Besides the challenge, it gives you a reason to root for teams that you otherwise would care nothing about, since if they win, you win.
But the opposite is also true – if they lose, you lose. And this year my teams have been losing more than winning. So I’m wondering how smart it is to have a bracket, when I’m disappointed each time one of my chosen teams falls? Maybe I should avoid the emotional involvement next year and just watch the games without caring who wins. Why bring disappointment into my life, even when it’s self-induced?
I’m also noticing fewer and fewer hits on my blog recently, and that has me puzzled. And disappointed, truth be told. What am I doing differently that makes 117 people stop by one day, and now only 40? Are my pictures ugly? My stories boring? My deep thoughts not so deep? Being overly analytical, I try to figure out how I can bring those missing folks back into the fold – and why they left in the first place. And then I begin to think I should just stop blogging, if I’m going to be disappointed when I check the stats and see the numbers shrink.
Yes, I know another solution would be to stop checking the stats. But being true to my naturopathic leanings, I prefer to diagnose the problem instead of masking the symptoms.
I guess I can’t just avoid situations that can result in disappointment. The flip side of that is, you also avoid the potential for great joy. But is a life of extremes preferable to a life of solid predictability? I spent years biking up mountains with my ex-husband, just so he could experience the joy of flying down them again. Me, I hate going up; I’d rather peacefully ride the flats.
So until I come up with a way to experience the highs without risking the lows, I guess I’ll either have to learn to deal with disappointment, or get used to riding the flats. Or figure out how to write interesting blog posts again! (I’m open to suggestions.)
Thanks for stopping by to see what I’m doing; I hope I can keep you coming back, because it’d be awfully lonely here without you.