Tetris, for those that don't know, is a video game of Russian origin where different shapes drift vertically down the screen and you have to arrange them to form solid horizontal lines. You can manipulate them as they fall, twisting them to the left or right to fit them into place. Once you form a complete line, it disappears. Any gaps in the line makes the shapes stack on top of each other, eventually filling the screen and ending the game. Usually you can recover before that happens. You can put together a different line higher up, cause those blocks to disappear and work your way back down to the bottom of the screen and therefore gain yourself some additional breathing room.
Block it off, start over, work your way back.
I once thought this game was the last, best weapon developed by the Russians during the Cold War because it was distracting and addicting enough to keep the youth of America (and...um...those of us that weren't exactly young when we started playing it) from achieving their full potential. Then I realized it was a good philosophy for handling some of the disappointments we all encounter. Fortunately, my Tetris philosophy is not nearly as bleak as another description of it I found today.
Mine is simply this: Block it off, start over, work your way back.
It has been a troubling year so far--not quite on the Jobian level, but trying nonetheless. Difficulties abound, family members are going through major health crises and the four horsemen of the fiscalpocalypse are cavorting in a nearby meadow (figuratively, of course) and will soon weary of their games and come for me. Also, I recently suffered a disappointment that really knocked me back on my heels—something that I didn't know how to overcome. Then I remembered the Tetris philosophy. Block it off. Start over. Work your way back.
I know, it sounds a bit cheesy. The point is everyone suffers disappointments; you just have to remind yourself that even the most crushing defeat is just a temporary setback. The best way to put it behind you is to dust yourself off and carry on. Samuel Johnson put it this way: "Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it."
In short: block it off, start over, work your way back. Maybe the Russians were on to something, after all...