Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Facing the mountains of life......
We all have to go our own path sometimes, in fact, most of the time. Life is always giving us something new to work with, build on, adjust to and of course, I am no different. I enjoy my work, each and everyday, trading runs in my blood and it runs deep.
The cat and mouse game of being on the right side, taking a piece of a swing, cherry pickin the top or bottom...what a rush. To take a trade and get stopped out only to see it take off in your direction and in the end, you were right, but..........We all going thru these moments as we scream, yell, pound the keyboard and walk out of the office lookin to kick a cat or something on the way to the frig. That is why I understand your pain at times......been there, done that, and enjoyed every moment of it. WELL, almost every moment that is.... :)
Everything a person can do trading, I have done so many times it isn't funny, but it is...because I thought it was you guys out to get me. Turns out it was me out to get me, nothing more, nothing less, like Barney shooting his gun off while putting it back in the holster.
Living is a serious business, in a blink of an eye, you could be gone....never to enjoy those moments in time, that as you get older, you know will never happened again. Watching kids grow and grow up with their pets, sharing quiet moments with your spouse, laughing with friends over something stupid, telling jokes and busting on ole buddies over a sports team.....it could be gone in a blink of an eye.
I guess I have found out since June, that I am not who I thought I was, I'm not Superman, Batman or even Robin, I used to think I was. When building the house I live in now, I would have a contest carrying pecky cypress boards with my 16 year old son. He carried 4, I carried 5, he carried 6, and on this went until we got to 16 and I watched as he lifted them off the ground saying to myself, "Drop them, so I win this stupid thing," well he didn't. He carried them across the 2nd floor over to a sorting area and set them down. That meant I had to carry 17 boards, 8 inches wide and 12 feet long. It took me all I could do to lift them up, and I had to focus on a spot across the room and hard, step by step by step, ever closer to the sort room, step by step I could feel my heart pumping, I started to sweat, I even began to shake with the weight of the boards on my shoulders, step by step and I finally got there and then I had to set them down without spilling them. By the time I got them down I was within second of passing out.....but that is what Supermen do and Dad's.
I have had to learn that rocking on the front porch while drinking some ice cold green (fricking) tea isn't all that bad. That turning off the monitors and watching Dancing with the Stars with your wife isn't the end of the world, that oatmeal with or without blueberries actually is good, even if it's 6 days a week, because Sinful Saturday is only 3 days away.
I have had to postpone the workshop until after the begininng of the year, for a number of reasons, but I'll miss busting on attendees, laughing about doing the candle thing and all the great times we have when we all get together with no agenda other then just spending time and share experiences together...isn't that what life is all about.
You will be getting an email in the next few days with details of the future...and it's all good....I plan to be around a long time.....and doing what it takes to get there.....PEACE!!!
The cat and mouse game of being on the right side, taking a piece of a swing, cherry pickin the top or bottom...what a rush. To take a trade and get stopped out only to see it take off in your direction and in the end, you were right, but..........We all going thru these moments as we scream, yell, pound the keyboard and walk out of the office lookin to kick a cat or something on the way to the frig. That is why I understand your pain at times......been there, done that, and enjoyed every moment of it. WELL, almost every moment that is.... :)
Everything a person can do trading, I have done so many times it isn't funny, but it is...because I thought it was you guys out to get me. Turns out it was me out to get me, nothing more, nothing less, like Barney shooting his gun off while putting it back in the holster.
Living is a serious business, in a blink of an eye, you could be gone....never to enjoy those moments in time, that as you get older, you know will never happened again. Watching kids grow and grow up with their pets, sharing quiet moments with your spouse, laughing with friends over something stupid, telling jokes and busting on ole buddies over a sports team.....it could be gone in a blink of an eye.
I guess I have found out since June, that I am not who I thought I was, I'm not Superman, Batman or even Robin, I used to think I was. When building the house I live in now, I would have a contest carrying pecky cypress boards with my 16 year old son. He carried 4, I carried 5, he carried 6, and on this went until we got to 16 and I watched as he lifted them off the ground saying to myself, "Drop them, so I win this stupid thing," well he didn't. He carried them across the 2nd floor over to a sorting area and set them down. That meant I had to carry 17 boards, 8 inches wide and 12 feet long. It took me all I could do to lift them up, and I had to focus on a spot across the room and hard, step by step by step, ever closer to the sort room, step by step I could feel my heart pumping, I started to sweat, I even began to shake with the weight of the boards on my shoulders, step by step and I finally got there and then I had to set them down without spilling them. By the time I got them down I was within second of passing out.....but that is what Supermen do and Dad's.
I have had to learn that rocking on the front porch while drinking some ice cold green (fricking) tea isn't all that bad. That turning off the monitors and watching Dancing with the Stars with your wife isn't the end of the world, that oatmeal with or without blueberries actually is good, even if it's 6 days a week, because Sinful Saturday is only 3 days away.
I have had to postpone the workshop until after the begininng of the year, for a number of reasons, but I'll miss busting on attendees, laughing about doing the candle thing and all the great times we have when we all get together with no agenda other then just spending time and share experiences together...isn't that what life is all about.
You will be getting an email in the next few days with details of the future...and it's all good....I plan to be around a long time.....and doing what it takes to get there.....PEACE!!!
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So Dennis is it Brains or Muscle that counts?
Being Dad means accepting and enjoying that your offspring gets brighter, stronger, better, smarter than you yourself.
Can't expect a 16 year old teenager to stop that stupid contest because Dad might have a heart attack, but after a serious contest it's no shame to accept, that your son won.
That way he will have you around a bit longer on god's world and get the great feeling son's need, that they were finally better than Dad, that they won the muscle contest.
I really wish, that he will win the brain contest as well...he needs it in this crazy world
Yours Chris
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