I am stupid.

I had an amazing week. Sharp when I needed to be, flipped longs to shorts late Sunday literally minutes before the flush. Order book looked bad for hours, and while part of me expected a Monday pump then flush, bulls were clearly losing. I flipped. Checked X. Got confirmation from a few traders. Felt dialed in.

And then it printed.
Hard.
The kind of green PnL that makes your heart forget basic math.
(tbh I even turned off the numbers so I wouldn’t get emotional)

My first thought: we’re heading into 80–82 for a clean double bottom. Instead we bounced off 86, then 84. I held shorts through the day, watching for a shift. BTC had no strength midday, but weirdly, fartcoin held up like a champ during the flush. That should’ve told me it was probably a higher low and we might turn bullish mid-week into FOMC.

Easy to say in hindsight.
I saw the signal, but waited for BTC to confirm. Closed shorts, gave back some bottom gains, didn’t want to long into bedtime.

Went long Tuesday morning.
Scaled into majors: BTC, ETH, SOL, HYPE and obviously fartcoin.
Some scalps on MON and ZEC too, though execution there was mid.

Again, it printed aggressively. It felt like we wanted to break and reclaim yearly open at 93,400. We pushed 94,000 a few times, couldn’t get through. From Wednesday into the early hours of Thursday, I watched the order book nonstop. Bulls tried, but they weren’t punching through.
And here’s my mistake.

I could blame being sick for two days. Feeling off. But the truth is simpler: greed.
And a bullish bias I wanted to be right about.
A story I wanted to see play out.

I didn’t close when my inner voice told me to. I held. Thursday underperformed. Small correction, no fuel left to retry 94k. Today I closed almost everything some in profit, some in red.

I round-tripped one of the best weeks I’ve ever had.
Twice.
Because of targets I clung to instead of reality I saw.

Still up for the week, but the amount round-tripped is mind-boggling. Moments like this feel like stealing from my family, and that’s the fastest way to regain discipline. Every time I have to ask:
Do I really need to “let it ride,” or is that just ego and dopamine driving the car?

Small missteps compound into underperformance.
Even though overall, I played strongly 80% of the week I was locked in.
But like poker or any sport, 80% isn’t enough when you misplay the finish.

More learnings. More humbling.
I’m not sad. Far from it. I feel good being here, practicing my craft, and feeling privileged that this is my job.

I even bought myself a present mid-week: a new 40" monitor. That’ll be my main setup now, and the old 35" curve moves up to handle charts.

Final word: I love playing perps.
This is the most fun I’ve had in crypto in years. Doesn’t matter what the market does or how market makers toy with you there’s always a choice:

Long or short.
Always your decision.