After a couple of weeks of chasing my tail (something my dogs taught me), I am pretty much caught up with my show coverage. Today I managed to write up results of nine shows, bake a lemon meringue pie and watch the season premier of “True Blood.” The pie was a major disappointment. That came as no real surprise to me. I generally write better than I cook, which I’ve always thought was because I spend more time at the keyboard than I do in the kitchen.
I was raised to aspire to a well-rounded life. I got a Jesuit education, with equal doses of the arts and sciences. I dabbled in sports (basketball & tennis), have a basic knowledge of the great world religions and enjoy theatre, fine arts & classical music (especially opera). I believe it is my obligation to learn something new every day. That pursuit has led me to some very strange experiences in my life. I like to think that it has been a life well-lived.
However, my wife has a different take on my varied interests (she calls them wild hairs). Perhaps it’s just that I have a short attention span. Now, I was once counseled by a very successful breeder that one should focus like a laser on one breed and one aspect of our sport. That only a relentless pursuit of a well-defined goal could result in a worthy outcome. I can’t quibble with that, especially when the goal is to improve the breed you have chosen to share your home with.
However, I have another take on that advice. While the goal may be to improve one’s breed, the real accomplishment is the improvement in the person who has reached his goal. Each of us becomes a better person by making a contribution. The dedication and discipline it takes to reach a goal make us better people. So I have come to the conclusion that I write better than I cook because I cook for myself and I write for others. It’s a lot more fulfilling. And that’s today’s Back Story.