Encouragement. I'll take it. Run with it, even.
The dog knows that the last walk before dusk means dinner will be waiting upon our return. In that food takes precedence over companionship or exercise, her eye is always to the door and will beat feet back to it if not body-blocked and commanded to heel, this is, if "come" works at all to get her off the porch. Therefore, a leash is required. The pathos of this remedy is lost on the country dog.
There is something in this as I consider a new direction for my work, for the promise of a venue and a singular voice is not a little daunting, my relation to the audience somewhat schizophrenic and ambivalent. No doubt there will be some looking for payback, making it all more important to deflect with a strategy that breeds curiosity. Perhaps a collection of all the dog hair in the dungeon even though the mutt rarely visits.
It is not unlike Aces, limping early and folded to the Big Blind, or pushing late a limped-around and getting six callers. The element of surprise or strength diminished, the sting of a crack lingering. Yet, the lesson to be learned, although not entirely in our nature, is that the belaboring is unseemly or unbecoming.
Last week I bemoaned a setback at some free tables, all the while meeting with success at others. The bar is set pretty low, especially in the former. And, history has shown in these same games that a well-played strategy readily overcomes and keeps variance at a minimum. It is then no miracle that I am very near my goal, again a strategy, of having a sufficient bankroll to move up a level. Oddly, I have heard that these games, running contrary to the real world of cash, are easier. This, my friends, is a metaphor.
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