So I’m at it again. What? I’m attempting to start trading in the stock market again. Four years ago I went on a two-day training course that taught me all about spread betting. I then spent four weeks losing money and fretting and worrying and sleepless nights chasing down the elusive perfect trade.
What? I’m attempting to start trading in the stock market again. Four years ago I went on a two-day training course that taught me all about spread betting. I then spent four weeks losing money and fretting and worrying and sleepless nights chasing down the elusive perfect trade.
Four years ago I went on a two-day training course that taught me all about spread betting. I then spent four weeks losing money, and fretting, and worrying, and sleepless nights, chasing down the elusive perfect trade.
Yes, you heard me right, I’m attempting to start trading in the stock market again, but this time will be different, as I am a completely different person now.
I had four sessions with a professional Forex trader who analyzed my bodged trades, pointing out the mistakes I’d made, and how to correct them moving forward.
Well, how did I do? I’ll tell you. I gave up and retreated into my cupboard of doom never to return to the trading platform again, or I did return to the trading platform one more time after I received an email from them saying that the final £9.50 in my account had been written off because I hadn’t done any trading in that year, oh! the final insult.
So now what?
So now I have attended another two-day stock market investment course, thinking this time it’ll be different because I have my head in the right place. Well, most of the two days were taken up with the very nice gentleman talking about how wonderful his life is now that he is a multi-millionaire, bully for you, he then went on to say about how he had turned his life around with stock market trading, spending years learning and crafting his skill.
Well I’m in the right place then surely?
The very nice gentleman tried to convince a room full of eighty people that he could take us on his apprenticeship course for £9000 and he would ensure we earnt one million pounds under his guidance. It won’t be easy, it’s a lot of hard work, but we would get there with his wisdom and under his millionaire wing.
Well, did you sign up?
No, I faltered, I was trying to look at the £9000 as an investment in my abilities to follow orders. But, I know me, I don’t do following orders very well, I’m a maverick, or something ending with “ick” at any rate.
I came home feeling a little light headed, have I dodged a bullet or have I passed up the opportunity of a life time?
So Monday morning arrives and there is an email in my inbox, I get about one hundred a day, so I wasn’t surprise to see emails per say, but this one said, “I’ve held a place for you Michelle”, so this time I hit the credit card and joined her.
Oh yes, I signed up to Financial Freedom University, Ann Wilson and her team will guide me through the world of personal finance so I can become financially free hopefully, so won’t feel a complete failure for not parting with the £9000 for the very nice gentleman’s trading course.
I am very optimistic, I’ve completed the first module, and so far so good, but I am only two days in, so watch this space.