Promises, Promises

Okay, okay, so maybe daily posting was a bit..ambitious. The weekend was all school, a quick trip to Baltimore for a PDF meeting, then up to CT for three days to do marathon chair massage at a poker tournament. What a freakin' study that was. These people play for days, some don't even leave the table to shower or change clothes. Then they want a massage...at the table...while they play.

I can't complain too much - it brought in good money, desperately needed. But the physical and psychological price was more than I was expecting. The endurance of it can only be compared to childbirth. I met some really nice people, though, and got some good lessons through observation. There were people who were real assholes and didn't seem to have any fun at all. There were people who enjoyed every minute of the game and laughed with the people at the table and knew that you win some and you lose some and appreciated a good hand whether or not it came out in their favor.

Then there was the very cool guy who used to have a massage business and gave me some wonderful and timely lessons about directing energy and stuff. He gave me this gem: "chaos breeds poverty." If that's not motivation to clean up the stacks of paper I always meant to go through "someday".

Upon returning I appreciate my meager home because it is mine and I can be alone in it and eat whatever I want in it (casino food is all catered toward the over sixty demographic. Not an aged cheese or strange vegetable to be found in the entire complex). I appreciate my daughter, who somehow looks older than when I left, and who greeted me with such joy when I picked her up today. It's good to be home. My life is pretty good. Shame I need to put myself through some sort of ordeal to remember that...

Off to ice my arms and catch up on some sleep.