Dan was on spring break from college and challenged dad to a game of chess. Although I hadn’t played in several years, I readily accepted. It had been awhile for Dan, too, so I figured we would be equally rusty.
After making a series of errors in the first game, I realized two things: I was not as patient a player as I used to be and Dan was much more thorough and thoughtful; he was making excellent moves. I lost the first game – and then two more. I don’t ever recall losing three games in a row.
With increased resolve and a commitment to focus, I started the fourth game strong. But after establishing a superior position, my play became haphazard and I dug myself into a hole. Its conclusion would have produced exciting commentary for chess aficionados, but I will spare you the details. In short, Dan offered an intriguing gambit and I went for it. Though he played his endgame without fault, somehow I emerged victorious. Garnering one win out of four, however, was not the outcome I expected.
Though I hate to lose, I am proud of how well Dan played. His academic focus on his engineering studies have served him well, developing his mental acuity and increasing his logical thinking. I am so pleased.
I, on the other hand, am dismayed at my difficulty in concentrating and propensity for the quick versus quality moves. The culprit, I fear, is years of trying to multitask (which is really only an illusion). Now, when I try to stop multitasking, I can’t. Rarely can I concentrate on a single chore without spurious thoughts impeding my focus.
And my chess game is among the victims.