This week was a total mess. One of my biggest bags dropped over 25% and I had a full-on panic moment. I hovered over the “sell” button for almost 20 minutes. My heart was racing. I was sweating. And just as I was about to do it…
My kid walked in with a picture he drew. Me and him, holding hands. Under a big sun. And he said:
"I drew us rich."
I laughed. I cried. I closed the app.
I don’t think he even knows what money is, but that moment reminded me: I’m not here to chase pumps or panic over dips. I’m here to build something — slowly, maybe painfully — for both of us.
Crypto isn’t just numbers on a screen. It’s my second chance. My leap of faith. My late-night hustle while he's asleep in the other room.
Some days it feels like I’m losing.
But maybe I’m just learning how to win.
And no, I didn’t sell. Not this time.