A day in the life

I wake up at 6:00 every morning.

First thing—bathroom. Nothing exciting there, but it usually sets off my dog Max. He snaps awake the second he hears movement. He’ll sit there staring at the door like he’s on duty. I like to think if something ever happened in there, he’d know and go alert my wife, Melissa. Sounds funny, but if you saw how he watches over us, you’d get it.

He does the same thing for her too. Always alert. Always watching.

After that, I take Max outside to go potty. And if he’s a good boy—which is pretty much always—he gets a treat. And trust me, he knows it. The second that leash comes off, he’s already sitting there waiting like, “Alright, where is it?”

We go through a lot of treats.

Honestly, even when he does something wrong, me and my wife usually just laugh. That’s how good of a dog he is. He gets away with a lot.

Once that’s done, it’s pretty much time to check the market.

I usually make one trade a day. Nothing crazy—I’m building up a small account, sitting around $1,000 right now. I try to get my trade in before I start work at 8:00 AM. If I don’t, I’ve got enough freedom at work to keep an eye on things and make a move when I need to.

My full-time job is as a forklift operator at a family-run chemical distribution company.

And I’ll say it straight—I actually like my job.

I mostly work on my own. Pulling orders, doing inventory, putting away stock. It’s simple, steady, and I don’t have someone breathing down my neck all day. The people I work with are solid too. We’re a pretty tight-knit group.

The owner, Chuck, is also the manager—so technically my boss. But you wouldn’t even know it half the time. He’s laid back, easygoing, and just treats people right. It’s a different experience working directly with an owner, but with him, it works.

I know I’m lucky to have a job I don’t hate.

Not everyone can say that.

And if you’ve read my blog before, you already know what’s waiting for me when I get home.

It’s a full-on competition.

Max and my wife, Melissa, both at the door—both wanting my attention first. I’ll go to kiss my wife, and Max’s already making noise like, “Alright, wrap it up—it’s my turn.”

That’s just part of the routine now.

We’re homebodies during the week. We don’t really go out much. Most nights it’s just us—watching Prime, Netflix, or YouTube, eating something good, and just being around each other.

Simple, but it works for us.

On the weekends, we might go shopping or hit the casino, but nothing too crazy. Most of the time, we’re focused on building something bigger.

My wife runs a stationery shop, and we both buy and sell things when we can. We’re always looking for ways to grow, to build something of our own.

One day, I want to open my own business making handmade solid wood furniture.

That’s the goal.

Right now, we’re just working toward it piece by piece.

Nothing about my day is flashy. It’s not some big, exciting life people post online.

But it’s real.

And honestly—it’s mine.