Today was my wife’s birthday.
She had already taken leave for this sacred day, determined to enjoy it to her heart’s content.
Murphy’s Law struck. My toddler son woke up; his runny nose had apparently gotten worse over the night. His yellowish mucus dangled perilously over his lips, as if mocking us.
The wife sulked in response. I could sense her hot anger bubbling within her, threatening to spill over her demeanour.
She spat, “Who’s the one who has to shop for groceries and plan his meals now? On my birthday! Have you ever thought about learning how to cook?”
I was getting angry myself but my face remained impassive and I just kept quiet.
I then applied for Child Care Leave from my company and whisked my boy off to see the doctor. The less I stayed in the house, the better.
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At the clinic, the doctor said that my boy wasn’t very sick, not to worry, just need to take Vitamin C tablets. She then proceeded to give him a five-day Stay Home Notice. This meant that my boy could not step out of the house for the entire week!
I groaned inwardly. My wife and I would have to take another four days of Child Care Leave combined. I would need to continue to tread on eggshells around my disgruntled wife.
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After the visit to the doctor, I pulled myself together and brought my son to the florist. I let him choose the color of the roses to give my wife.
On the way home, I trained him to say "Happy Birthday" and "Mama, I love you" as a way of appeasing my wife and bringing a smile on her face.
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My tactic worked, somewhat. My boy managed to squeeze out "Happy Birthday" but went on to utter the names of all his favorite animals instead. This was NOT what we had trained for. Nevertheless, the wife seemed satisfied enough.
She subsequently dumped our child on me so that she could step out of the house to buy all the necessary stuff to prepare a scrumptious dinner (See attached thumbnail). You could say that all's well that ends well.
What is the moral of this story, I hear you ask?
People often caution against investing in the crypto market, citing its treacherous and unregulated nature. However, isn't parenting life itself a rollercoaster ride, with it throwing you curveballs and subjecting you to an abyss of frustration and despair? Doesn't life itself push our buttons and evoke all the scary Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt? If we have no choice but to deal with life's unpredictable bits and turn lemons into lemonade, then shouldn't all this training we get in real life prepare us to be unflappable investors? Investors who manage to stay Zen amidst all this chaos.
So, fear not, my fellow crypto fans. Just stay invested.
