Oh, Hi there!
I was just working on my journal â you can read over my shoulder, if youâd like.
Dear Journal.
What a fantastic day! The morning saw me trade as I rarely do. Discipline! All the way! The market was difficult for my style, but I did it the way it should be done. You would have been proud.
In reality, I lost a point, but all but one of the trades were entered properly, and of the three winners, all (yes ALL) met my profit objective. It was a hoot! I sat there calm, cool, and collected.
It was a sight to behold!
This afternoon saw three opportunities, and they all reached my profit objective!
Not a bad day, all things considered.
So thatâs it, dear Journal â see you tomorrow!
The problem is that I am lying through my teeth. The morning report is the gospel truth, but nothing is after that.
The lunch period saw a series of wild and crazy scalps that had nothing to do with the way I am supposed to be trading. The trades lead to a reasonably acceptable 4 ½ point loss on the day. But then it really, really got ugly. Pissed that I had traded during lunch, a series of revenge trades ensued and at much larger size than normal.
The bottom line?
114RT / -37 Points.
What else is there to say. This morningâs optimism has faded somewhat â to say the least.