Last year, on my first trip to Vegas, I had a sudden realization: there are gamblers and there are not gamblers. My friend, Rachel (my companion on the trip), is a gambler. She has fun sitting at a blackjack table and deciding whether to hit or stay. I am not a gambler. In my mind, every dollar I lose is a dollar I could have spent on something (anything!) else: a new scarf, my utility bill, a Slurpee.
Maybe you’re a gambler. Maybe you love the rush of winning big at the craps table or raking in the chips at a high-stakes poker game. Perhaps you can brush off your losses as simply the cost of playing a fun game.