SLD 1467.5 CLOSE
I closed this trade when the afterhour session began trading. I can't begin to describe how horrible I feel. Trade 3 violated everything I was trying to accomplish. I held a losing trade past the close. I cancelled my stop.
Today, like yesterday, I had a five point loser in the final half hour. Today, like yesterday, I didn't really have a reason to be in the trade to begin with, I just wanted "one more two pointer."
What was so wrong with just quitting while I was up 5 points for the day? I was somewhat impressed with how I handled myself earlier in the day. Even though I got "whipsawed" on Trade 1, I didn't let it phase me. Why did I cancel the stop on Trade 3? The better question is why did I even enter Trade 3?
In a way, I'm almost glad that I got killed on Trade 3. I don't need any more reinforcement for bad habits.
Tomorrow I need to concentrate on "following the rules." I can't let myself worry about how much I'm up or down.
One thing that I really liked about Trades 1 and 2 was that by having a hard stop in place, my mindset changed. I was trading defensively, protecting against loss and letting the gains take care of themselves. I'm starting to remember some of the techniques/rules that I had "forgotten" and hopefully I can make them habits. While my tape reading may be what makes me the money, my trade management skills are what allow me to keep it. Tape reading is not a license to print money, although with proper trade management it sure feels like it. I really want to get back to the level of success that I experienced during the first journal. Back then I realized that the only person I could lose to was myself, and it's still true now. Somewhere along the line I abandoned my trade management rules, probably because I thought I was such a hot shot that I didn't need them anymore.
I can safely add not initiating trades after 2:30 to the list. It used to be that I didn't even like holding existing trades past 2:30, and now it's like I'm at the casino.
I literally cannot stand to take another beating. I have pushed myself to the edge of a great cliff, and now I'm reeling my arms to try to maintain balance as my footing crumbles away beneath me. Beaten near death, I am blinded by the sting of my own blood in my eyes. My nostrils burn from the acrid smoke emanating from the fiery abyss below. Before plunging to my eternal death, I realize that no one is pushing me. I got to this precipice by myself. The only conflict is in my mind, and as such my current situation is nothing more than a bad dream. I awake to find myself slightly dazed, but when my head clears I will be ready to overcome my enemy. Myself.