August 31, 2009
Itâ€™s no secret that I donâ€™t enjoy poker. Itâ€™s like taking a psychological beating on a daily basis while applying the precision of a surgeon to a tedious task where everyone is out to get each other.
Lately I just canâ€™t bring myself to play. Iâ€™ve taken about a week off and I still would rather poke myself with sharp things than play a hand (Not jokingâ€¦ Vry srs)
Iâ€™m taking this as a sign that maybe I need to re-evaluate my decision to endure playing poker as a source of income just for the freedom that it allows.
So Iâ€™m taking at least an extended and possibly forever break from the game. Iâ€™m moving across the country in October and Iâ€™ll have no choice but to find an old fashioned shackle of a job. My health has been improving a lot and as long as I can find a job that doesnâ€™t trigger panic attacks, everything will be cool.