I recently hit a solid milestone in my BTC journey. My wife downplayed it saying “Wow you’ve been at it for a while, it doesn’t seem like much.” It was like a knife in my gut. My fucking kingdom for one person that “gets it”. Hours of doing what seems like graduate level math figuring out what I can do to stack like a psychopath and still keep us afloat. The sinking feeling in my stomach realizing that my time preference game needed improvement. The peace of knowing I’ve done it with a solid allocation and security/succession model, and can weather a storm. I don’t care if I have to look like a retard for 355 days out of the year. Because I am. But I’m a nice retard that cares about their family’s future.