Having chosen to learn a new skill, I have exposed myself to a whole new world of excitement, disappointment, mayhem & madness, boredom & sheer panic! I am like a dry sponge submerged in water trying to absorb everything about the industry and its driving forces.
Now that September is upon us and the trading season is set to take off, I am spending a few days clearing my mind, re-energizing and psyching myself up for whatever the powers that be (Bernanke, Draghi & co) will be serving up to the reading public as gospel/truth.
Which for a little while allows me to mingle with ‘normal people’. After all that has happened or not happened this summer, there is no reaction in the streets! People go to work as usual, shopping, playing with their kids, walking the dog etc. experiencing none of the emotional roller-coaster we’re on!
Try chatting to normal people about whats really happening in the world, and you’re treated like a space cadet who is far too cynical. This new found knowledge and analytic mind set is treated as being negative instead of realistic and guess what? I realize that I [B]am[/B] living in a rather exclusive bubble; removed from what was not so long ago also my norm.
So where do I go from here?
Doing what I have chosen to do, setting my emotions aside to be an effective Trader and MOST importantly, finding a balance between trading & the world out there. After all, I cant do without my family, friends and faithful hound who keeps me company in the wee hours of the morning.
Going forward, my goal is to appreciate my familial infrastructure and take time to smell the roses.
On the strength of this, I can manage whatever the markets throw at me; good, bad and indifferent and hopefully convert it to PIPS!
Have a terrific season:D
You’ll gain few friends in this business. Its a strange reality? Given the present climate, you’ll get one of two responses. When asked what you do, in most cases you can see the enquirers eyes glaze over with boredom or worst still, anger brewing as your lumped into the ‘fat cat’ bankers most love to hate. Best keep what you do to the few that know? Used to be a good icebreaker in the 80’s when aproaching that ‘dusky maiden’ at the end of the bar in the financial district… sadly I’m now passed my sell by date!