📓 From the Life of a Trader: A Chronicle Without Panic, But With Caffeine

I wake up — $BTC below $100,000. The world is in red, futures are shaky, even gold is putting on a circus show. My short on PAXG got wiped out, even though everything was clean on the spot. I realized: in this game, it's not the one who's right that wins, but the one who's flexible.

I took some profit on $BTC — I wasn't waiting for the perfect price, I took the real one. It's too early to go long, the air smells like 'Black Monday,' not opportunities. I place an order, look at the monitor, tell myself: the market is a storm, and I'm learning to be not a rock, but a sail.

Whoever holds a short from $108,000 is a hero. Those who don't lose their minds on days like this are traders.