Google it. I'm not spoon-feeding you any more.
I'm learning to exercise some discipline. In investing, anyway. I placed a limit order today at 2:58 - two minutes before market-close. I offered to sell my 100 shares at 2 cents below the bid price and waited for the trade to execute. While I sat and thought, "Why do I care about $2?" Because I didn't mind holding onto it. And 100 shares was only half my position. Compromise. Very different from my usual all-or-none approach.
Lo and behold, at the very last minute, my order executed. I made a tidy little profit, for three days. I keep thinking I could be a Rich Girl if I could just focus on the market. But I'm smart enough to know I'm kidding myself about that.
Like with poker. If I could've stuck with Texas Hold 'Em, I could've been a contender. Or not. The truth is, I'm an open book. Which, strangely enough, plays to my advantage in poker, since I'm frequently confused. And always near-sighted. I need to find my glasses. Maybe my competitors would take me more seriously. But that could be a disadvantage.
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