God only knows what he was thinking about as he was flying through the air. Some how I don't think it was "I'll get back on the bike and finish the race. No problem!" But if he was conscious after he hit the pavement, I'm sure his first question was "Is my bike okay?" However when we do the chess equivalent of a header, that's exactly what we do. We put the "bike" (our game and self esteem) back together and limp through the next round of the tournament. Sometimes we can overcome the big chess mishap, other times stuff keeps falling apart. As I've struggled with the second guessing, and beating up on myself I realize that there is more to life then this crazy game, and perhaps it's time to move on to bigger and better things.
Perhaps a sheep farmer in New Zealand?
How about running away with an aboriginal tribe in Australia?
Maybe it's time to ride off into the blogging sunset, and do something more constructive with my time......
I'll cross the bridge when I get to it. I'm kind of like the guy in the foreground. I'm in no hurry to get to the bridge. Though my thoughts were serious here, but the idea of quitting my blog or giving up chess;
Look at the date;