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Winter is the season of death, and it was all I could do to survive this past one. Our compulsions to work and eat the way we do in warmer and healthier times always seems to conspire against us during the coldest months, leaving us sniffly, feverish and bedridden. I suppose either we choose rest or nature chooses it for us – or at least so it was for me in February, the worst part of the Tokyo winter.
But from every death comes new life, and the opportunity for that life to be better than the one that preceded it. Eventually, though too late, I listened to the dictates of the shorter days and scaled back my expectations for what I should produce, content to teach and play with little bbl. And with the introspection the extra bed time afforded me, I feel better prepared for the next time the sun sinks to its depths in the southern hemisphere. More than that, I feel ready, if not yet quite rested, to crack into this year’s production. Ideas blossom in my head like so many sakura, whose fleeting presence serves to remind us to seize the moment before the next season of death consumes us.
And with that, I present my first project of the year, the newly published “Trading for Survival”, recounting all that I learned on and off the trading floor in my many years in finance (click here for the preview version). Funny, feels like not too long ago I just started spring cleaning last year – this book was item #2 of 7 from that to-do list – and here it is next spring already! Having a child will do that to you, I suppose.
Nonetheless, it is good to cross this item – which has been hanging over my head ever since I left finance – off the list. It was a labor of, well, labor – hard to tack “love” on to anything to do with the markets. And nothing like the labor my one and only went through, either with our child or with waiting for me to finish this book. Thanks to her, for standing by me as I waffled around on other projects and eventually saw this one to its close. Thanks to Joe Smith, for making the cover and for reading/editing the book line-by-line with me over the phone. Thanks to friends, family, and former colleagues who took the time to read, review, and send thoughtful feedback on the work. It was a great experience and exercise in writing, and helped me tick off one of those bucket list items – to write my very own book.
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