As I think about Mah Jongg, the world, and the Thanksgiving holiday, I thought it was appropriate to give thanks to the Maj gods.
On any given day, there are certainly enough things we could all complain about, but Thanksgiving gives us a golden opportunity to be thankful for all of the wonderful things we have in our lives.
In addition to delicious food and family, I am thankful for the opportunity to get together with all of my Maj buddies and play this silly, frustrating, annoying, great, cerebral, strategic, and unforgiving game.
I’ve been thinking about the fact that I’ve been on a losing streak ever since I played in the Temple Judea Mah Jongg Tournament. For whatever reason, after the morning’s second round, I simply lost my Mah Jongg mojo. I didn’t do anything or say anything (that I know of) that could have plunged the day’s endeavor on such a downward trajectory. I simply played the way I always play. Yet the downward spiral continued unabated, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.
But that’s the part of the game that I find so fascinating and so confounding. Luck cannot be explained, and I don’t believe it has anything to do with whether a person has a positive attitude going into a Maj game. No one sits down for Maj, whether it be at their weekly game or at a tournament, thinking they’re going to lose. Everyone I know is excited to be there, hoping and planning to do well.
But alas, the Maj gods have the final say. And while I’ve had to refill my Maj purse after every game I’ve played since the tournament, I do so with the realization that I am incredibly fortunate that I can spend time doing something that I love.
When you can wake up leisurely on a Wednesday morning, put on a pair of shorts in November and spend a few hours playing Maj with good friends, that’s something to be thankful for.
I’m thankful for all of the times I’ve played Maj, for all of the women I play with regularly, and for all of the women who’ve invited me to sub in their games. I’m thankful for the times we’ve laughed, shared potato chips (barbeque and regular), hummus and carrots, various types of chocolate, and broken into song. I’m grateful for great coffee, flavored creamer, and being able to speak honestly (and yes, commiserate at times) with my friends about a whole host of topics. I’m thankful for how much we all truly care about each other.
So thank you Maj gods, for all of the above, for keeping me on my toes, for having a sense of humor, and for helping me stay humble.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving. I welcome your comments.