Years ago I climbed up the corporate ladder to achieve the role of a national sales manager. I was having an absolute ball, revelling in my ambition, loving every minute of it. Everything that I had aimed for was beginning to come true. However, everything wasn’t as picture-perfect as it appeared.
At night, I would lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing. In my gut, I knew I was working far too many hours a week. Even though my career was booming, I was fast beginning to lose touch with my family and friends. When I really thought hard about it I realised I was getting up before the sun came up to go somewhere that sucked the best hours out of my day, only to spit me out as a used, exhausted shell when it was night-time again. Maybe you can relate?
I yearned for a life where someone else wasn’t yanking my strings as if I was a puppet. I craved freedom, but I just didn’t dare to believe it would be possible. Everyone I knew seemed to have a job or a business that devoured their youth and their creativity, so their family only got to experience the leftovers. I didn’t have anyone to follow. I sensed there was something better out there, but because I didn’t have an example to copy, I just kept on my treadmill and ran faster.
Then, just as I was at a high point in my career, something hit me out of the blue.
It started as a little niggling, aching feeling in my right ring finger. I began to drop things and sometimes my hand would jerk uncontrollably. I would be ripped out of a deep sleep with hand and arm spasms so painful it felt like my arm was about to give birth.
To begin with, I consoled myself. ‘It’s OK,’ I said. ‘It’s only one arm. I’ll teach myself to do everything with my left hand.’
Isn’t denial so quick to step onto the stage of our lives?
Then, my left hand started to spasm as well.
With a creeping sense of dread, I realised that something very, very serious was wrong with me.
Over a period of a couple of weeks, I lost the use of both of my arms. I’d wake up and hear groaning and then realise that it was me making strange sounds all because my hands hurt so much in my sleep. I’d scream when I tried to dress myself. I couldn’t feed myself. I couldn’t hug my husband. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever been through in my life (and frankly, given that I’ve since been through childbirth twice without drugs, I feel I’m in a position to judge pain).
I found that even simple tasks such as opening doors had become agonising. My performance at work began to suffer as I jumped on the health professional merry-go-round. From specialist to specialist I travelled. I was informed that it would take me several years to recover. Some of the less positive members of the medical industry did their best to obliterate any hope that I had of reaching a full recovery. I was told, ‘you have to be realistic!’ No-one could specifically state what was wrong with me, and they were all taking guesses. My diagnosis came years later – but at the time, the experts were of no use whatsoever.
My spirit was slowly being crushed. I fell into an abyss of blackness. I was completely vulnerable and terrified about what the future held.
The most basic physical functions were now daily challenges. I decided that I had to leave my corporate role. Frankly, they were glad to get rid of me. These days, loyalty to your employee just doesn’t seem to register as being a worthy quality. Anyone who can’t perform is shunned.
Life was looking bleak. I went from working more than 60 hours a week to struggling to feed myself. My self-esteem hit an all-time low. I had no idea how I would manage to eke out a living for myself, other than the faint glimmer of hope that trading represented.
I was already trading profitably before I left my career. However, things assumed a new urgency. I was petrified that I may never work again and amidst this sense of rising panic, my trading plan began to write itself with a clarity that I had never managed in the past. (Sometimes when we have our backs to the wall, we can achieve things that we never dreamed were possible.)
My computer was set up at home so that I could review the Top 200 shares one by one. After 12 seconds of looking at a chart, the software would flick forward and bring up a new share without me needing to touch the keyboard. My broker’s phone number was programmed into the speed dial setting on my phone so I could push the button with a pen in my mouth. I was in business.
I didn’t need to be able to use my arms, I just needed to see my charts and follow my trading plan. Trading became my career. It more than replaced my income and allowed me to scrape back some of my damaged self-image. It gave me something to focus on rather than my own somewhat dire situation.
Several years later I still have the occasional problem with my hands and arms, but my situation is much improved. The focus that I applied to trading I have applied to physiotherapy, and I have regained my strength. Although I could now probably hold down a full-time job physically, I choose not to. The lifestyle that trading provides has well and truly surpassed my expectations.
I realise that you may be facing an even more critical situation on your journey towards effective trading. If it is not a health issue, maybe you are looking for a way out of the usual grind of daily survival or perhaps you have a dream that your life could be better in some way. Harness the power of your desire and convert it into hard work. Then I will feel that my struggle has not only benefited my family, but also other families whom I don’t know and may never meet.
Christopher Morley is credited with saying, ‘There is only one success — to be able to spend your life in your own way’. Isn’t that the truth!
I’m here to tell you that you are allowed to live a life of fulfilment, where you feel successful and have achieved all that you desire. Don’t let anyone tell you any differently. There’s a lot of rubbish out there in society telling you that you have to work really hard, retire at 65, and give your entire soul away to an employer. But really, it’s not the way it is. There’s an easier, more fulfiling, more passionate way to live.
Trading profitably won’t solve all of your problems, but it will take you on an incredible journey of self-discovery. It will open up some choices in your life. It will bring you face-to-face with who you really are. You may just have the raw, untapped trading talent within that will transform your life. You’ll never know if you walk away … If you put down this book right now, you’ll be saying ‘no’ to freedom. Not just for you, but freedom for your family as well.
But, but …
Yes, I hear what you’re saying — but isn’t trading hard to do?
Well … I don’t want to sound completely blunt here … but compared with what?
- Compared with working for a relative pittance, when you know in your gut that you deserve more?
- Compared with weaving through bumper-to-bumper traffic because you’re 10 minutes late for work again?
- Compared with feeling so damn emotionally wrung out at having to face another 20 years of the same bulls#!t — when you can just smell what the sharemarket could throw your way?
Trading my way is a walk in the park compared with THAT!
Yes, you’ll need to focus. Yes, you’ll need to sink yourself into learning effective trading habits. But, I will be right by your side. Listen to me and you can buy back your life.
For all of those reasons, I wrote my second book – Charting Secrets. I wanted to show everyone with a fire in their belly that they could take my shortcut to trading well.
Let’s face it – No-one’s job is safe anymore. The ‘one career for life’ is now a quaint, antiquated notion. Jobs that can be replaced by technology have been, the ratio of service people to their clients has dwindled critically, and it’s almost impossible to get truly personalised service at all. Far out — I even have to run my own groceries through the scanner now (which never works and makes me swear as I turn bright red in the face with fury because I still haven’t mastered the art).
That’s why you need this book now more than ever. At other times, this book might be justifiably considered a luxury or ‘an option’. However, I insist you now need to be actively, aggressively and earnestly digging everywhere you might dig, in search of a ‘better way’ of trading.
Order your copy of Charting Secrets today so you can trade like a machine and finally beat the markets using these bulletproof strategies. This is like the teacher’s edition where I’ll give you charts to analyse and then show you the answers. You’ll teach yourself how to analyse charts, with my support all the way through.
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