…Don’t.
Get good, keep your real job, and play poker on the side for a little extra income.
I went pro (which is to say my income came primarily or entirely from poker) about a year ago.
It’s stressfull as all fuck. You have to be completely focused, all the time. Your edge over other decent players is small enough that you could spend hours earning a few bets and have a mere one or two lapses and judgements ruin everything you’d just spent the last several hours doing.
You’ll have nights, many nights, when you’re playing extremely well, but every idiot at the table that you’re better than is going to take a lot of your money. It happens. When you don’t have any income coming in, and a really bad run, despite playing well, starts eating into your bankroll - basically all of the money you do have - it can be very stressful. Especially night after night, week after week. You might already be pretty stressed by this stuff - but having it be your only source of income makes it a whole lot more stressful.
It sounds like an easy, romantic job, but it requires a level of focus that few jobs do, but can be agonizingly boring at the same time. Doing this night after night will burn you out, but you have to keep playing.
You have to maintain the utmost discipline through this, no matter how stressed you are, or how many beats you take, because a lapse in discipline can cost you a week’s pay pretty quickly. That also takes a mental toll.
You don’t get any sort of regular paycheck. You may have a terrible month and erase all the progress of the last three, putting you in a nasty financial situation, adding even more stress to the abundance you already have.
You have to deal with strangers, even friends and family, sneering at what you do, if you don’t make up a fake job. Many, many will call you an addict - because anyone who does anything gambling related all the time must be, right?
You have to deal with the fact that what you do produces nothing valuable for society, and is preying on weaker players than you. When someone else loses it - maybe they’re drunk, maybe they’re supremely pissed or depressed, or maybe all of them - you pretty much have to try to take advantage of that and victimize them even when they’re already feeling pretty shitty.
I remember one night a guy was losing a ton of money at the table I was at, and it eventually thinned out till it was just him and I, and it was about 6am by this time. He was clearly losing it - majorly on tilt.
I absolutely demolished him. I was simply a much better player, and he was desperate to win and played even worse. He rebought multiple times… I was draining this guy of money. At one point he even left the table for a few minutes and came back - I think he emptied out his account and had to make another deposit. My gain came from this guy’s suffering. But I had to do it. If it wasn’t me, he would’ve given the money to someone else. The nature of the job forces me to be predator… push edges where I can get them. I know what it feels to be in his position, and I was doing the same thing to him that I resented people for for doing to me. It can be brutal.
Sounds easy, romantic… and you might just think I’m bitter from failing at it, but that’s not true at all. I actually made over 100k in my first year (not that I expect that every year), so you’d think I’d be pretty happy. But the toll it takes on you is pretty severe.