I've played enough poker now to recognize just how amateur I was when I started. Not that I think I'm a pro now, but I've definitely improved. One indicator is the fact that my panic zone has shrunk, which is another way of saying that my comfort zone has expanded. Not so long ago, I'd get really nervous when my starting stack dwindled to a quarter of its original size. Nowadays, though I'm not ecstatic when that happens, I handle it much better.
I've said it before, but it's such a good metaphor I'll steal from myself (and countless others, no doubt) and say it again. Poker ebbs and flows like the tide. You have to accept that fact. I'll go further -- you should embrace that fact. Realizing this truth deep in your poker bones, at the very core of your poker heart, will sustain you in the deep ebb times.
On Wednesday night, I porpoised trending downward for most of the session. The hardest decision I had to make came on the last hand; one of my opponents was betting really big, but it felt like he was trying to force me off my hand, and couldn't win at showdown. I called him down, and won a pot worth $82,300 with a pair of jacks; my opponent had a pair of fours.
delta: $44,300
balance: $667,261
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