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Trader by Day, Writer by Night

I am procrastinating on my book and instead am now fully immersed and distracted in the stock market.  I have decided to jump head first into the maze of stocks and learn what I'm doing as I go.  A small part of me believes it is all a gamble anyways, and I've got as much of a chance to earn trillions as the next girl (or guy).  So I've plunged in, and while I wait in anticipation for my money to triple, I will open up my very first book on how to invest.

Right now, before I read past the introduction, I intuitively feel that my strategy should be based on gut reactions more than anything (you laugh, but just wait).  I looked at 9 stocks last night and, had I entered the market last year, they would have made me four times as much as I would have put in, depending on timing, of course.  Clearly––clearly!––my instincts are groomed for this stuff.  Learning the lingo and meaning behind what "dividends," "capitalization," and "per-share earnings" are will come soon, but I'm not concerned with that right now.  I'm banking on the fact that my wide-eyed optimism and spot-on "knowing" will serve me well until . . . well, until it doesn't.

My heart has been racing wildly since last night after I made the decision to put some money into certain stocks.  My husband, who makes a living as an investor, understands my excitement.  It brought me back to his first day at home, officially retired from the hotel industry and finally doing what he loves––investing.  He sat in front of his monitor from 7am to 10pm without eating a single morsel of food the whole day, too excited to be hungry.  I get it now.  I couldn’t sleep the entire night, going over in my head which stocks to invest in, how long to keep them and how rich each one will make me.  These companies have somehow attached themselves to me, and I will stick by them.  I have put my faith in them, and I expect them to understand this and respond accordingly, by going up, up, up.  Otherwise, it would be the ultimate betrayal.

My husband slept soundly next to me, clearly calmed down after years of these adrenaline rushes.  He’s much less emotional than I am.  Even in 2008, when the stock market crumbled during our honeymoon in Greece, I barely saw him flinch.  We continued sight seeing and exploring new cuisines.  He could actually eat and enjoy sunsets with me!  We took walks and held hands.  I hardly understood what was happening in the U.S. at the time, but I knew it was bad.  Yet he held himself together and dealt with it.  His computer would be turned on for a couple of hours at night as he relentlessly gauged what could be done, but during the day, he was my loving husband.  He was a steadfast superman who wouldn’t let the market get the best of him.

As I take on this daunting new endeavor, I hope to stay the course and conquer what no one yet seems to have truly conquered with my fool-proof strategy.  I hope to not dissolve at any losses I may have and to not become a crazed gambler the moment I make significant gains. 

It is fun, though.  It is that.  


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Aug. 30th, 2013 02:59 pm (UTC)
Why so focused on money and becoming rich, rich, rich? True wealth comes from loving other people and being loved.
Aug. 30th, 2013 08:06 pm (UTC)
Re: $$$
That will always remain true. In our created reality, however, money makes us a different kind of rich.
Aug. 30th, 2013 06:07 pm (UTC)

no matter what you write, reading it is an uplifting experience!

Aug. 30th, 2013 08:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks Padre! :)
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