Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the pros and cons of blogging, and the discussion on JE's post kind of inspired me to write this one.
I've read and heard about how those who trade well don't actually write or talk too much about their trading activities.
I'm not disagreeing with them, coz I do believe that many good traders (especially those on the floor) don't write at all (except journals they keep for their eyes only), but here are my thoughts:
For some, writing about their ups and downs help them cope; for some others, keeping to themselves help them focus on their primary goal; for me, putting myself on the line helps to keep me sharp, alert and motivated. Different strokes for different people.
I've always loved to write. It's my primary mode of communication with people. I don't talk that much (except when I'm with D and Seabloke), and writing long emails and notes has always been the way that I stay connected with friends.
I've never kept a diary (I DIDN'T understand the rationale of writing to myself), and this blog is my first attempt at documenting the daily happenings in my life, and to stay connected with people, even if it's just in cyberspace.
I welcome and cherish each and every comment from those that have dropped in (save a few repugnant ones - and I count only 3 in my entire year of blogging), which is why I have kept my comment section unmoderated. I always do my best to respond to everyone that drops me a note. On days that I have no access to my blog, or when I'm too fixated on my charts to notice incoming comments, I will make it a point to reply as soon as I can.
I'm not the kind that holds double-standards - I like to hear from those I've written to, and I would expect others to want the same when they write to me. I know there are probably many out there who are not as sensitive as me (ok, I'm hyper-sensitive), but generally, I don't like to do to others what I wouldn't want done to me.
And so, my being absent most of the time from my own blog lately, because I was so stuck with my charts, has been extremely upsetting for me. Trading has taken up almost all my time, and yet I'm not getting any closer to my goal. I thought about what HPT has written, and I'm really starting to see that my life is just crazily out of balance.
(Having said that, I'm not lamenting the lack of face-to-face interaction with people, coz at the bottom of my heart, I really don't enjoy socializing in the real world. People I have to see to interact with drain me to no end. I'm born with a certain deficiency, I'm sure, it's just that I haven't had it pinned down....)
I have to start giving myself the time to do other things that I love doing. I love to read - books, blogs, letters, magazines - just about anything that's not crap, and I haven't had the time to do that since I started trading live. I love to write (ok, ramble sounds more like it), and I want to be able to do that without feeling like I should be spending the time studying my charts and trading instead.
D has got me very useful video material that will help me to learn to play the piano (I played the electric organ since I was 6 or 7, but have never played the piano, although I've always LOVED the latter more), and I have not even taken a glance at them, coz I WAS SO FIXATED ON MY CHARTS. I've been wanting to pick up Italian and Spanish, and although I have everything I need to learn the basics, I have never once taken a look at them.
So yes, I do know that I haven't a life outside of trading. In mid 2008, I decided that I would spend ONE year to master the basics of trading and I made up my mind to sacrifice everything else to achieve my goal. Of course I told no one about this, and so to even the closest people in my life, I had seemed ultra aloof in the past year. It's difficult to explain to those who aren't in this business. I know better than to make a grand announcement that I'm going to hide away for a year to learn to trade - people will probably think that I've become a gambling addict overnight (best case scenario).
July 2009 marks the end of my 1-year voluntary solitary confinement. All I have to say is that I'm tremendously disappointed with myself for not having achieved what I've set out to do.
I've always thought that I'm special:
I was "diagnosed" as being gifted during my last year in elementary school and was supposed to continue my education in some special programs. Fortunately for me, Dad decided against it, and had sent me to a strict methodist school instead. I failed almost every subject during my last year with the school, but aced all of them during the open examinations 3 months later.
In high school, I topped the entire grade 12, and as I was telling J, I was the only one in class that could ask in the middle of class if I could drive out to get some fries, and how my physics teacher would always asked if I could get him some too.
University - this was when I got really close to not making it. I was expelled in my 2nd year , coz I had skipped practically every lecture and flunk almost all my papers (one of the darker periods of my life - the only thing on my mind was where Dad had gone after he died). Had it not been for D, I wouldn't have been accepted back in (D went to speak to all my professors and the Dean, armed with supporting docs to prove that I was not in my right state of mind, but that I was seeking help and would get right back on track in no time). I graduated eventually - and when I did, I was on Dean's list. Dad would have been so proud.
Over the course of my career, I had made a few switches that had seemed almost impossible to many. I've always managed to stand out (in a good way!) wherever I had landed myself . I had taken professional papers that take the average candidate up to 8 attempts (the highest figure I've heard) to pass, and I had passed it in my 1st attempt - after an intensive month of self-study, and without having gone through mock exams and special programs arranged by the organization (coz I was NOT hired yet - it's a long story, but briefly, I simply didn't have the right academic qualification to get the job - and I needed to show that I could do what the "qualified" folks could do, and could do it better than them in fact). I got the job eventually. I quit shortly after because I couldn't love the part of my job that needed me to interact with people (what's new???!)
Little wonder that I thought I could just pick up trading, and learn everything there is to know about trading, IN ONE YEAR (and I thought that was very generous!).
I'm going to have to step back for a while to re-group. I've never felt this incompetent EVER. It's not "failure" per se that's eating me. When I look back, I see spectacular failures throughout my life - let's just say that I've gone to places where my peers would never think of stepping into (there aren't many "A" class students who would decide to just sleep through their final year examination instead of staring at questions they have no answers to). What's eating me is that I'm no longer able to turn a bad situation around completely IMMEDIATELY. With trading, I noticed that the more I struggle to get back on track, the more I'm afraid to fail again. I know that if only I would pick up the courage to trade 5 TF contracts and 10 ES contracts again, I might just be able to reach my target for the year. Courage is something I used to have in abundance. Not anymore. And yes, that's what's REALLY eating me.
I'm going to quit "DOING" for a while. A paradigm shift is in order, and I'm going to sit down to draw up a more realistic plan as to how I'm going to approach trading moving forward.
I'll be sim trading on volume charts for a while. I'll definitely continue to post charts. I'm likely to be posting results of my sim trades for purpose of documentation and sharing. I'm going to be trading mainly 3 instruments: ES, 6E (Euro Futures) and 6J (Yen futures), and if I see the right setups in NQ and TF, I'll trade them too.
To all that have left a comment for me under my "DOWN" post, I want you to know how much I appreciate your gesture (definitely not feeling so lonely anymore LOL! Thank you!!!). I'll get down to responding to you as soon as I can.
I've read and heard about how those who trade well don't actually write or talk too much about their trading activities.
I'm not disagreeing with them, coz I do believe that many good traders (especially those on the floor) don't write at all (except journals they keep for their eyes only), but here are my thoughts:
For some, writing about their ups and downs help them cope; for some others, keeping to themselves help them focus on their primary goal; for me, putting myself on the line helps to keep me sharp, alert and motivated. Different strokes for different people.
I've always loved to write. It's my primary mode of communication with people. I don't talk that much (except when I'm with D and Seabloke), and writing long emails and notes has always been the way that I stay connected with friends.
I've never kept a diary (I DIDN'T understand the rationale of writing to myself), and this blog is my first attempt at documenting the daily happenings in my life, and to stay connected with people, even if it's just in cyberspace.
I welcome and cherish each and every comment from those that have dropped in (save a few repugnant ones - and I count only 3 in my entire year of blogging), which is why I have kept my comment section unmoderated. I always do my best to respond to everyone that drops me a note. On days that I have no access to my blog, or when I'm too fixated on my charts to notice incoming comments, I will make it a point to reply as soon as I can.
I'm not the kind that holds double-standards - I like to hear from those I've written to, and I would expect others to want the same when they write to me. I know there are probably many out there who are not as sensitive as me (ok, I'm hyper-sensitive), but generally, I don't like to do to others what I wouldn't want done to me.
And so, my being absent most of the time from my own blog lately, because I was so stuck with my charts, has been extremely upsetting for me. Trading has taken up almost all my time, and yet I'm not getting any closer to my goal. I thought about what HPT has written, and I'm really starting to see that my life is just crazily out of balance.
(Having said that, I'm not lamenting the lack of face-to-face interaction with people, coz at the bottom of my heart, I really don't enjoy socializing in the real world. People I have to see to interact with drain me to no end. I'm born with a certain deficiency, I'm sure, it's just that I haven't had it pinned down....)
I have to start giving myself the time to do other things that I love doing. I love to read - books, blogs, letters, magazines - just about anything that's not crap, and I haven't had the time to do that since I started trading live. I love to write (ok, ramble sounds more like it), and I want to be able to do that without feeling like I should be spending the time studying my charts and trading instead.
D has got me very useful video material that will help me to learn to play the piano (I played the electric organ since I was 6 or 7, but have never played the piano, although I've always LOVED the latter more), and I have not even taken a glance at them, coz I WAS SO FIXATED ON MY CHARTS. I've been wanting to pick up Italian and Spanish, and although I have everything I need to learn the basics, I have never once taken a look at them.
So yes, I do know that I haven't a life outside of trading. In mid 2008, I decided that I would spend ONE year to master the basics of trading and I made up my mind to sacrifice everything else to achieve my goal. Of course I told no one about this, and so to even the closest people in my life, I had seemed ultra aloof in the past year. It's difficult to explain to those who aren't in this business. I know better than to make a grand announcement that I'm going to hide away for a year to learn to trade - people will probably think that I've become a gambling addict overnight (best case scenario).
July 2009 marks the end of my 1-year voluntary solitary confinement. All I have to say is that I'm tremendously disappointed with myself for not having achieved what I've set out to do.
I've always thought that I'm special:
I was "diagnosed" as being gifted during my last year in elementary school and was supposed to continue my education in some special programs. Fortunately for me, Dad decided against it, and had sent me to a strict methodist school instead. I failed almost every subject during my last year with the school, but aced all of them during the open examinations 3 months later.
In high school, I topped the entire grade 12, and as I was telling J, I was the only one in class that could ask in the middle of class if I could drive out to get some fries, and how my physics teacher would always asked if I could get him some too.
University - this was when I got really close to not making it. I was expelled in my 2nd year , coz I had skipped practically every lecture and flunk almost all my papers (one of the darker periods of my life - the only thing on my mind was where Dad had gone after he died). Had it not been for D, I wouldn't have been accepted back in (D went to speak to all my professors and the Dean, armed with supporting docs to prove that I was not in my right state of mind, but that I was seeking help and would get right back on track in no time). I graduated eventually - and when I did, I was on Dean's list. Dad would have been so proud.
Over the course of my career, I had made a few switches that had seemed almost impossible to many. I've always managed to stand out (in a good way!) wherever I had landed myself . I had taken professional papers that take the average candidate up to 8 attempts (the highest figure I've heard) to pass, and I had passed it in my 1st attempt - after an intensive month of self-study, and without having gone through mock exams and special programs arranged by the organization (coz I was NOT hired yet - it's a long story, but briefly, I simply didn't have the right academic qualification to get the job - and I needed to show that I could do what the "qualified" folks could do, and could do it better than them in fact). I got the job eventually. I quit shortly after because I couldn't love the part of my job that needed me to interact with people (what's new???!)
Little wonder that I thought I could just pick up trading, and learn everything there is to know about trading, IN ONE YEAR (and I thought that was very generous!).
I'm going to have to step back for a while to re-group. I've never felt this incompetent EVER. It's not "failure" per se that's eating me. When I look back, I see spectacular failures throughout my life - let's just say that I've gone to places where my peers would never think of stepping into (there aren't many "A" class students who would decide to just sleep through their final year examination instead of staring at questions they have no answers to). What's eating me is that I'm no longer able to turn a bad situation around completely IMMEDIATELY. With trading, I noticed that the more I struggle to get back on track, the more I'm afraid to fail again. I know that if only I would pick up the courage to trade 5 TF contracts and 10 ES contracts again, I might just be able to reach my target for the year. Courage is something I used to have in abundance. Not anymore. And yes, that's what's REALLY eating me.
I'm going to quit "DOING" for a while. A paradigm shift is in order, and I'm going to sit down to draw up a more realistic plan as to how I'm going to approach trading moving forward.
I'll be sim trading on volume charts for a while. I'll definitely continue to post charts. I'm likely to be posting results of my sim trades for purpose of documentation and sharing. I'm going to be trading mainly 3 instruments: ES, 6E (Euro Futures) and 6J (Yen futures), and if I see the right setups in NQ and TF, I'll trade them too.
To all that have left a comment for me under my "DOWN" post, I want you to know how much I appreciate your gesture (definitely not feeling so lonely anymore LOL! Thank you!!!). I'll get down to responding to you as soon as I can.