Sunday reflection quote…Although I’m proud with my progress regarding my career change, health/weight loss, golf, and poker (though not lately) I’m not quite where I want nor can be. Sometimes I think I’m a saboteur either fearful of success or thinking I’m not worthy. This is such wacko-bazingo bullshit thinking!!
It’s time to ratchet it up a notch and get out of my own way with self-discipline:
1) Hit the gym BEFORE work, no matter how much I hate getting my ass out of bed. It’ll energize me for the day, ramp up my metabolism for my last few pounds, and free up time for golf in the evening.
2) My short game sucks and always has. Practice short game BEFORE the range. Get out and play more. Being a “range pro” doesn’t yield results.
3) Only play poker when I’m present and focused. Study raise/shove charts and quit playing like a chicken shit girl.
I’ve always carried my grandparents close to my heart, especially grandma aka Mamasan. She was funny, gracious, and determined. There was a conversation at the poker table last night about me not backing down in a hand and my quick wit. I naturally said outloud, “I get that from my grandma.”
On the drive home today, my eyes were frequently drawn to the clouds. I truly felt grandma’s presence as I captured the image above. While writing the poem, I confirmed her date of death. I was shocked to see it was July 16, 1999. Grandma is in me and with me, always…
Saku not Sake
The long aisle
family to one,
chanters to other.
ebbs and flows
Words I don’t understand-
are beautiful; peaceful.
A favorite song-
“We all live
in a yellow submarine,
a yellow submarine”
floats through the sanctuary
her final request fulfilled.
the daughter of Kai
mother of Kazumi.
I leave my grandma’s side knowing-
she smiles from above,
playful twinkle in her eye.
**As individuals, we all grieve in our own way and our own time. It is not for society to determine what we grieve about (not only a death) nor for how long (may never end). For those grieving, please give yourself permission to do what is best for you, in your own way, in your own time.
In poker, each player has atable image. Somebased on how one plays such as tight-aggressive or loose-passive, while others are established by personality or physical appearance. Perhaps the perfect formula is a combination of all three. As a relative newbie to the game and a female at that, I’m constantly in the mode of analyzing my competition. At the same time, I’m becoming more and more aware of my own actions and appearance. This reflection has evolved into a guiding force for decisions made at the table and how I react to random distractions or intentional antics.
Take for example, a night I played 3/6 limit at the Grand Sierra. An elderly man joined the table at about 12:30am and occupied seat three. In a gentlemanly way, he gave a nod to the players at the table along with a “good evening.” With the nod, we observers couldn’t help but notice the stark white cap with brown bubble lettering perched atop his head that read, “If there’s TITS or TIRES, There’ll be Problems.” Now, that’s quite the bold hat to wear at the table! The oddity was the image of the hat contrasting with the conservative looking man – western style button up shirt, tightly groomed wax-tipped curled mustache, and quiet demeanor. There were a few quick comments– “Takes some balls to wear a hat like that!” and “Where did you find such a hat?” The man’s response, “What’s the big deal? It’s just a hat.” Indeed. Read More »