Yesterday, Andrew, my husband, had one of the biggest losing days of his poker career. My heart felt for him. Only now, after more than a year of playing poker for a living, do I truly know and understand the pain of massive losing sessions. But when I saw him after the session, he handed me a bouquet of flowers. In more words than this he said, "I did bad today. I feel pretty crappy. But I love you so much." Having had a decent losing session myself yesterday, his extension of love was not only an amazing gesture, but also a reminder of the kind of poker player and person I want to be. We went home, relaxed, laughed at some tv and genuinely listened to each other's day. Thinking back on how he used to be during downswings is pretty amazing. He used to withdrawal, sleep a lot, and emotionally check out, which is a common pattern for poker players to cope with swings. I wanted to take the time to say how proud of him. He wanted to be better so he worked his ass off. He went into the fire to figure out how to deal with the painful emotions of losing such that he could be the man he wanted to be for others. And inspires me to do the same. EQ is real not just for us but those around us.