Ready For a Week Filled With Great Trades and Austere Times

I’m voluntarily abstaining from all forms of alcohol for an undetermined amount of time, even beer and the occasional glass of wine. I’d consider myself to be a social drinker, typically guzzling down martinis at dinner occasions and/or the weekend beer. But all of that has come to an end, at least temporarily.

What is the reason for such austerity?

It’s just a feeling, something I wanted to do. Several years back I switched over to tea from coffee for a period of 12 mos because I felt coffee, for lack of a better term, was indecorous — the preferred beverage of homeless people worldwide.

This weekend has been marked by a visit from my Mother — who is here for 3 weeks, plus lots of dining out and of course wanton spending and deranged acts of consumerism. One doesn’t always obtain the life one imagines, but instead the one one deserves. Always remember that when lamenting your condition.

Twenty years ago I would never have imagined myself to be the world’s most prolific finance blogger, independent from the world, totally quarantined from Wall Street and a merchant of services catering to mom and pop investors. Thirty years ago, I thought I’d be a baseball player. Funny how expectations rarely meet outcomes once variables are thrown into the mix. For example, I had intended to droll on in a philosophical rant about life and keeping optimistic in the face of overwhelming fuckery — but instead find myself being summoned into the kitchen to help Mrs. Fly cook pasta, properly. This is precisely the poetic rhyme of life, encapsulated in an abrupt ending to a blog that could’ve been great — but instead ended up incomplete and somewhat disappointing.