Cathie Wood Fires Back at “BTC Is a Dead-Cat Bounce” — I actually find the term itself interesting. A dead cat bounces; a live cat walks on its own.
Last Wednesday, as usual, I kept investing. The price got smashed into the 70s. When I hit confirm, I stared at the screen for a dozen seconds—not out of hesitation, but to reconcile with myself: rent, food—how many more weeks the rest could carry me.
The most anti-instinct part of the capital-building stage is this. When people ask if you bought, you did. When they ask if you’re making money, you don’t know—anyway, you haven’t sold. A drop isn’t an opportunity or a disaster; it’s just another round of the same routine. People who invest monthly for ten years aren’t living on belief—they’re living on the monthly debit not getting interrupted.
Last Wednesday, as usual, I kept investing. The price got smashed into the 70s. When I hit confirm, I stared at the screen for a dozen seconds—not out of hesitation, but to reconcile with myself: rent, food—how many more weeks the rest could carry me.
The most anti-instinct part of the capital-building stage is this. When people ask if you bought, you did. When they ask if you’re making money, you don’t know—anyway, you haven’t sold. A drop isn’t an opportunity or a disaster; it’s just another round of the same routine. People who invest monthly for ten years aren’t living on belief—they’re living on the monthly debit not getting interrupted.
