Why Do We Even Work?

Sometimes we work hard at something because it’s our passion.  Other times we bury ourselves in the mundane, perhaps something easily delegated or put off, because it takes our mind off other parts of life.  I like both of these.  It’s hard for me to call trading work.  The research doesn’t bother me either.  All the data gets fed into my mind, and then I apply it to my whole life.  As hard as life can be in America, if you diligently make good decisions there’s no better culture to thrive in.  Studying successful businessmen and their companies gives me confidence to walk into any boardroom, mobbing my boots rugged, and throw down.  My life is improving rapidly, and 2013 is my busting out year.

This is about the point where my handsome face gets shoved in a blendtec.

My readership reached record lows this week and now I’m getting fired. My blog isn’t something people want to read and share with their friends.  I act weird on the internet.  I’m the first to admit that.  It’s fun and ads color to my otherwise grayscale day.  I really don’t think that should matter.  You should see some of the characters I do business with in real life.  I wouldn’t take them to a baseball game with my corporate coworkers but I trust them in their profession.  I rely on people to be good at what they do, so I can be great at what I do. Contrary to what commenter “Fly Fraud” would have you think, I trade well.

The hits are rolling over here.  I really thought being right more times than wrong would build readership.  I’m not going to lie, I pumped the election boxes a bit.  Do you really think I had a shot at being top three?  Obviously you weren’t hanging around the blogger network where I rarely ranked top ten.  I figured grab the stage, crush some trades real time, and sit back and watch my viewership explode. Boooooom, didn’t happen.

With all of that in mind, I’m lightening up most of my positions these next few sessions, and strategizing March.  Being right—doesn’t matter.  Juggling hand grenades—not impressive.  Funky You Tube grabs—yawn.  I’m going to get increasingly selective with my positions even if it means delaying gains.  To keep your interest I’m taking this show on the road, and heading back to the dark dungeons of the Blogger Network.  Stay tuned.