I was out of town from Saturday to Monday for a friend’s wedding in Buffalo and to visit other friends in Toronto. So I went three entire days without playing, or really even thinking about poker. And it was great. It was like having a load off my back, much in the way one feels when taking a vacation from their 9-to-5 job. Instead, I spent some time playing with my new camera, hanging out with friends, and even caught a minor league baseball game (I just love the smell of the grass). The weirdest thing, though, is that usually when I am not playing, I am at least thinking about the game. This weekend I really did neither.
I will put myself back into the grind later this afternoon, but am a bit skeptical. I have pretty much just struggled to stay even for the past two months. Every time I go on a nice run, I give it back soon thereafter. I have run well below expectation the entire time. I find it hard to put in the number of hours (perhaps 8-10) on a daily basis that is necessary to be a true grinder, and thus these short-run problems extend themselves over a longer horizon, time-wise.
At the same time, summer is finally here in New York City, and I am thrilled that I chose to remain here for the summer instead of getting out of town. So far, socially, things are off to a good start, and there will be no shortage of fun activities and events for the next few months. Assuming that I get a summer job offer this week (cross my fingers), I wonder how much, if any, time I’ll have left for poker after taking care of my professional and personal obligations and desires. We shall see.
