"Awaken The Brave"
These words peeked at me through my painting sticks yesterday morning. 🎨 As if asking, "Have you really?"
"Of course, I have!", I whispered to myself quite smugly and went about my painting...
Or have I?
A few hours later, something happened. Too hurtful to retell at the moment. Ok, in a nutshell, a massive drawdown was made from my trading account. 📉
My jaw hit the floor. 😲 My blood turned to ice ❄ and spelled aloud...
O.U.C.H.
But I will recover, I know. As I always do from setbacks. And as God's self-proclaimed wingman, 🦋 I know I can. 🌈
That incident made me remember the meaning of those early morning words. Surely, reading it feels so much different from actually living it. One thing's certain though, the "brave" in me is now enlightened, caffeinated, up and about, and more focused than ever. 💪
I feel so much better now. The best part about waking up is knowing we always wake up to a brand new day. 🦋
