Nathan Tyree: Eights and Aces
Everyone has to have a job. That is just a sad fact of existence. Many of us wish that there was something that we really love to do that could provide enough income to live on. A lot of people can think of one thing that they love that much, and try to figure out how to make it pay (enough). I actually have two things.
Everyone here knows that I am a writer (not a very successful one, but I do pull in a few grand each year from my writing). If I could make enough doing that to pay the bills I would never punch a time clock again.
I also play poker. I’m good at it. When I play I make a lot of money. I am fairly confident that if I could play five times a week, I could easily make more than I do at my current job. I would love to do that; to be a professional poker player. But…
It’s the risk of the thing that slows me down. If I were single I would quit my job, and hit the road. Being married makes that harder to do.
But, I’ve been thinking. Maybe I don’t have to take the risk. Maybe I can start with a small stake, keep my job, play on weekends and try to roll up a big bankroll (and a little cushion). If I could accumulate enough to live on for a year, plus my bankroll, then I could possibly afford to play full time.
I start a week from today.
Tags (beta): poker, jobs, writing
Everyone has to have a job. That is just a sad fact of existence. Many of us wish that there was something that we really love to do that could provide enough income to live on. A lot of people can think of one thing that they love that much, and try to figure out how to make it pay (enough). I actually have two things.
Everyone here knows that I am a writer (not a very successful one, but I do pull in a few grand each year from my writing). If I could make enough doing that to pay the bills I would never punch a time clock again.
I also play poker. I’m good at it. When I play I make a lot of money. I am fairly confident that if I could play five times a week, I could easily make more than I do at my current job. I would love to do that; to be a professional poker player. But…
It’s the risk of the thing that slows me down. If I were single I would quit my job, and hit the road. Being married makes that harder to do.
But, I’ve been thinking. Maybe I don’t have to take the risk. Maybe I can start with a small stake, keep my job, play on weekends and try to roll up a big bankroll (and a little cushion). If I could accumulate enough to live on for a year, plus my bankroll, then I could possibly afford to play full time.
I start a week from today.
Tags (beta): poker, jobs, writing