I self-sabotaged. I got into this weird headspace as my bankroll started to fall. It’s the danger zone—this desperate feeling that starts to well inside you as your bankroll begins to bleed. Then hemorrhage. I knew I needed to stop, but when? How far do I chase?
As my bankroll approached fifty dollars, I saw a way out before I hit bottom.
I realized that I was back at ground zero, holding fifty bucks in tuition in my hand. I had lost nothing but time, time spent learning a little about online poker and my relationship with it.
I want to learn more, but I think I need structure. I’m finding it too easy to become distracted with all the variations of the game available. I need to learn how to play the freakin’ game before worrying about bankroll management.
I believe it’s never too late to start over. So I will. Again.
From now on, outside of free promotions, the only game I’m going to play is the MTT for tournament dollars. I’m going to play them until I have depleted all my USD and hopefully, I will have more than $50 in tournament dollars when I’m done.
Day twenty-eight is the new day one.