My wife sat me down last month.
I had just closed my best trading week of the year.
$18,000 in 3 sessions.
She said
โI need you to get a job.โโA real one.โโSomething with a title and a schedule and somewhere to be.โ
I showed her the trading account.
She looked at it for 4 seconds.
Then said:
โI do not care about the money.โโYou play PlayStation until 4pm.โโMy friends ask what you do and I do not know what to say.โโYou have no structure. No colleagues. No office. Nothing.โโIt feels like living with someone who gave up.โ
$300,000 to $500,000 a year.
2 to 3 hours of actual work.
And the woman who knows me best looks at me like I am her unemployed husband who refuses to get a job.
The market rewards results.
The people around you reward the appearance of effort.
Those two things are not always compatible.