Heavy day

Today I failed. I took bad trades all week and today was the pièce de résistance. I just spend like 3 minutes looking up how to spell it and my pronunciation up to this point has been way off. lol. “Pierre de resistance” LMFAO.

But back to this bullshit of a week I decide to bestow upon myself, right when im in the position to return to glory. My mind is fucking sabotaging me. You lazy ruthless motherfucker. I will get the better of you this upcoming week. I have to, literally. or it’s pretty much back to square 1. and we’re not doing that shit. . Yeah I’ll be fine. big days ahead.

WE got it this time. you have the talent and the resources. execute.

I also realized yesterday that I want to be a husband. like kind of badly. I want to be loved an in a healthy relationship. So that means I have to fight. Fight for my ability to win and impress a woman, and to show her that this is a safe space to grow and flourish. Getting pussy has always been easy for me, but I need to focus on my lust and my goal of being someone’s spouse. I wouldn’t want a woman that moved sexually the way I did. so tighten up

I want to go on trips too, nice vacations around the world. Doing and experiencing different things. with a woman, and possibly kids. My clock is ticking and ive been fucking off. So I really need to tighten up. Im late to the party but im here, let me get my lil 1 2 off and go on about my way. Please and thank you. But in all seriousness I need to get my shit together. and it all starts with trading. So for the second time, I got this shit next week. Back to the wall, Thats when we operate best.

I am an architect of resources, and I will change the world, one day at a time.

I love you.

Also, I might have my wife. we’ll call her Ms. B for now. I hate that I be in love in 3 days. But we got work to do. (2 + in)

I love you