I didn’t trade today and from the looks of the market, maybe I should have.
The wife and I had a great time with old friends visiting New Jersey and New York. We watched the fireworks and spent the rest of the week basically chillin back at the house and hanging out with friends nearby. I finally got my friend’s pool cleaned. It was a hard process but in the end, with 4 other people helping we were able to get the pool up and running. We had 3 days worth of BBQ’s during the evening and chain restaurant lunches so all went enjoyable.
I can’t stress enough how fortunate I am to be in the position I’m at. As I’m typing this, blue skies and singing birds abound. The wife and I will be headed over to our friends’ pool for a party. There are costs for this lifestyle which include a conga line of stress but I guess that’s the cost – everything has a cost.
Do yourself a favor if you’re a young person getting into this dumb game. Go and get a real job, concentrate on being a decent and honorable man or woman instead of getting caught up in Instagram/facebook trash. Those people aren’t rich anyway, they just rent shit. You should see how fucked up their personal lives are. Their cash flow comes from talking about success, not actually doing stuff that works towards it. In the end, your character as a person will be the only thing that saves you and ironically it is the ticket to the life that everyone on Instagram posts about.
Don’t be like me where I was stuck in a 13 year long cycle of hookers, cocaine, and wanting to kill myself every 2 weeks – it would have been manageable with just hookers but the other two things just sapped my time and wallet. Happiness, in reality, was right in front of me. I was just too ignorant to get rid of toxic/ignorant people that clouded my vision.
That’s the end of my rant.
I love this gorgeous day. I’m thankful for my marriage. But boy, I am one bitter salty fuck.
I hate this fucking trading job. I wish I never chose this trash career.