I’ve been stressed out lately. Working my butt off. Trying to keep up with my life.
I forgot to register my guys for camp. The laundry (I might have mentioned before) is a mess. It’s pouring out of the hamper on to the floor.
But tonight, I walked away.
And I spent the night playing poker with my friends. Chick poker. This particular game started in 2002. We’ve played continuously since then, though a few players moved away and a few new ones joined.
But it’s a wonderful, tight-knit group.
Sometimes, I barely see any of them in between games. But it doesn’t matter. Because the minute we’re all back together it’s like it was yesterday. And the stress and the day and the week fall away.