As far as I know, serious traders work hard 10 days a month, they take care of health, but I was not serious at that time and worked for 22 days a month. Now, although I became a pro and live in an apartment bought for money earned on the stock exchange, I became even more frivolous and I trade 30 days a month. For relax, I arrange short-term holidays three, four times a year. I dream of sending scalping to the devil and moving to the mid-term trade in crypto currency. I already trade it, and when I build my deposit to 20 thousand I will completely concentrate on the crypto currency.
And in those days, during the first week, I earned +12 cents and this is a good result, because at the beginning of the journey the main thing is not to drain and not to miss more than two days in a row, otherwise the sense of the market is lost. For example, after a rest, I usually started famously, believing that I caught a frog by the tail, began to take risks and the result is natural, a weak minus. This is called to finish bad. From week to week, I played worse and worse, lost psychological control, most of the profits were received randomly. I could not overcome the weak discipline, excitement, nervousness , on Monday swore that I would start from scratch and will behave correctly and again the same rake. So we do not need such hockey .
I understood that I had to work harder, I was afraid to get tired, if something worried me during the trade or I felt that my brains were starting to brake, I immediately switched off the terminal and good-bye. I already understood the market poorly, but it's not realistic to do it with a tight head. In general, I continued to work and waited for slips, which will teach something useful, waiting for a profit that will give confidence in their abilities. But another very sobering problem was the loss of a quarter of the bank. I continued to search, change the size of the stakes, play for the market and against it, averaged, played only certain odds, made a breakdown by the time before the start of the race, looked at the shape of the horse, which I just did not do, and it seemed that everything was empty. Day after day, week after week.
