They said, “Don’t time the market.”
So I stopped. I DCA now. Like a monk with a spreadsheet and unresolved issues.
Every Monday, I buy.
Market up? I buy.
Market crashing? I buy.
Market doing interpretive dance with my emotions? Guess what—I buy.
It’s not hope. It’s strategy.
No, really. I read that somewhere between panic-Googling RSI and whispering sweet nothings to my portfolio.
My bags are heavy, but my resolve is heavier.
Some call it denial. I call it discount season.
DCA: because even if this ship sinks, I’ll have entered at multiple price points on the way down—like a responsible lunatic.
(Psst — might want to set that recurring buy now—before Monday gets ideas. If I were a person who believed in patterns and irony, I’d be eyeballing $STX , $RUNE , and $INJ . They dip like they mean it, and sometimes… they bounce like they regret it.
Still not financial advice. Just... emotional resilience in action 🥲)
