play around with what feels natural
don't let anyone mess up your swing
From Ziad.
I always love Ziad's emails. He writes in a way that I can fully understand. Reading him is like reading Enid Blyton. Not a single word bores.
I'm not paying Ziad a tribute. After all, he's well and alive and kicking ass.
Ha.
Sorry, Ziad.
The 2 lines came in 2 separate emails 2 months apart. I've been messing around with my swings since, and seriously, I enjoyed it. Tremendously.
Fun aside, the info gathered in the process is priceless. Had I not ventured/ fooled around, I wouldn't have found the missing pieces of the puzzle I've been searching for for the longest time.
Since the beginning of this year, D has been telling me over and over that all I needed to do was to stick to what I do best. Problem was, I hadn't the slightest inkling what that was. There was absolutely no proof that I was doing anything right in fact. D brought up the 200, 300, the occasional 400 and 500 daily gains - I mentioned the 800, 1000, 1200 and 2000 daily LOSS. D said that I was good at scalping. I said I needed to be good at LOSING. I know, I'm yawning too. Cut your losses quick, let your profits run. YAWN.
D's impression has always been that I am getting way ahead of myself, that I am not happy with my small consistent gains. He's totally right. I am indeed very unhappy. I have been miserable as a matter of fact. Trading was all about protecting whatever amount I had made for that particular week, and about not letting a few stop outs wipe them out. That's no way to trade!
Anyway, I really digressed.
This post is really to thank Ziad for his emails. If there's anything I do well, it's to have fun doing serious work. I just needed a reminder. And I will never let anyone mess up my swing. Not that anyone can anyway unless they know the way to my cave.
Something I found out about my trading in 2009 - the losses and the agonies were necessary. I don't know how else to put it across, and I won't attempt to.
That said, I'm not giving myself 10 years to enjoy the pain.
I graduated.
I'm serious. I always hated school.
don't let anyone mess up your swing
From Ziad.
I always love Ziad's emails. He writes in a way that I can fully understand. Reading him is like reading Enid Blyton. Not a single word bores.
I'm not paying Ziad a tribute. After all, he's well and alive and kicking ass.
Ha.
Sorry, Ziad.
The 2 lines came in 2 separate emails 2 months apart. I've been messing around with my swings since, and seriously, I enjoyed it. Tremendously.
Fun aside, the info gathered in the process is priceless. Had I not ventured/ fooled around, I wouldn't have found the missing pieces of the puzzle I've been searching for for the longest time.
Since the beginning of this year, D has been telling me over and over that all I needed to do was to stick to what I do best. Problem was, I hadn't the slightest inkling what that was. There was absolutely no proof that I was doing anything right in fact. D brought up the 200, 300, the occasional 400 and 500 daily gains - I mentioned the 800, 1000, 1200 and 2000 daily LOSS. D said that I was good at scalping. I said I needed to be good at LOSING. I know, I'm yawning too. Cut your losses quick, let your profits run. YAWN.
D's impression has always been that I am getting way ahead of myself, that I am not happy with my small consistent gains. He's totally right. I am indeed very unhappy. I have been miserable as a matter of fact. Trading was all about protecting whatever amount I had made for that particular week, and about not letting a few stop outs wipe them out. That's no way to trade!
Anyway, I really digressed.
This post is really to thank Ziad for his emails. If there's anything I do well, it's to have fun doing serious work. I just needed a reminder. And I will never let anyone mess up my swing. Not that anyone can anyway unless they know the way to my cave.
Something I found out about my trading in 2009 - the losses and the agonies were necessary. I don't know how else to put it across, and I won't attempt to.
That said, I'm not giving myself 10 years to enjoy the pain.
I graduated.
I'm serious. I always hated school.
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