Hour After Hour

That title is true. How well I know. Oh the horror of it all. But, that is how we learn. By experiment and the resulting experience.
Sad but true. Anything that we do that is easy. Most of the time, we learn little.
(Source of photo: Pixabay)

But, back to my story. Sunday was pretty much like any other Sunday. I went to church with Pat and the grandchildren.
And I am glad we did. The church is located about 25 miles from us. And there we saw some friends up from Florida. They were surprised to see us there.

Later that evening, I remembered that the "futures market" opened for trading at 6:00 PM Eastern Time.

(Source: Futures Mag.)

So I fired up my old trusty trading computer and carelessly glanced at the moving prices.
I had at that point nothing to make a judgement of what could be a good trade. Just a gambling man's hunch. No "trading plan" involved.
Sad.

So around 7:00PM Eastern TIme, I entered my trade. Piece of cake for the taking I thought. Ha
Little did I know. By 9:00 PM I was in the red by a few hundred dollars. That is anathema to me. I was almost in shock.
I thought. Don't they, (the traders,) know. The prices isn't supposed to go that way.
By midnight, I was nearly defeated. But, it was only going to get worse. Ugh
(Pixabay photo)

By one o'clock I went to bed. But, I couldn't sleep. I had the computer running and I wanted to see what was happening. So I got back up.
At 4:00 AM I decided to make some coffee. No sleep at this point remember. I was a zombie.
But, the price of my trade was beginning to turn back in my favor.
No, I wasn't praying. Maybe I should have been. Ha

Long story short. After being up all night. At 8:00 AM Eastern.
I was able to close my position with a small profit. I was relieved.
It took 13 hours and 10 minutes to earn the dollar amount showing.

So, I finally went to bed around 10 AM. I was able to sleep maybe two hours. I was up and disgusted.
Of course the dollar price went right to my target after I had exited the trade earlier.

Remember. No "homesteading" or any other work. I did post on Steemit though. At least something was accomplished for my day at that point. Other than my few little dollars.

You guessed it. Around 2:00 PM. I thought I saw another trade set up.
So, at 2:14 PM I entered another trade. And I exited at 3:02 PM.
Same problem. The fear monster had me total in his control. No plan. No resolve. Just a zombie fear.

But, in spite of all my horrible day. I will show you the final result.
A fourteen year old boy or girl would have made at least twice as much.
The opportunity was there. So was my "fear monster."

The Daniels Trading DOM (Depth of Market) shown below.

Here is the 20 hours plus evidence of my trading day. What a day. A zombie all day.

Friends. I am showing you what I do and who I am. I am a "futures trader" and a "homesteader" as well.
Yes, you can add Steemit to that too.
How do I do all that? As you can imagine. I don't. Every day is beyond what I should be doing. Just too much.

I did learn this though. No more Sunday evening trading. How many more all night episodes of fear can I handle?
It is not good at my age. Nor for anyone. Regardless of age.

Thank you for reading about my horrible Sunday night/Monday life experience.
Never again?
Who knows? I am human. Prone to make some mistakes. lol

Francis