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It Doesn’t Have To Be This Way

December 21, 2018 by Casey Mullooly

Fear seems to be spreading through the stock market like the stomach bug in a McDonald’s ball pit. Bear market? Recession? Down arrows? Big red numbers? Collapse? These are scary words that trigger strong emotional responses, primarily fear.

Money is our HOW. Money is our ability to achieve our dreams. It’s our means to an end. Our money is our identity. When we see our accounts “losing” money, what we really see is ourselves losing future opportunity. We’re not actually scared of losing money, we’re scared of losing ourselves. We fear we won’t be able to provide. We’re scared our loved ones won’t love us anymore. We’re scared of feeling inadequate. We’re scared of not keeping up. We’re scared of pain.

Our natural response to being scared is to run. This response is embedded in each of us, it’s known as the fight or flight response. To not be scared is to not be human. This “flight response” always feels like the right thing to do. However, these emotionally charged decisions are often the birthplace of regret. Feeling scared is not the danger, avoidance and extrapolation is.

We project stories about ourselves into the future based on how we feel in the present. A few patterns emerge when these stories are examined. They usually take an Excellian form; if this, then that. These stories also tend to be polarized, never touching the gray area where we actually live most of our lives.”If I continue to lose money, then I will be a failure.” “If stocks keep going down, I won’t be able to provide for my family.” “If I lose anymore money, I’m going to be eating cat food for the rest of my life!”  These concerns are valid and attention needs to be given to them. However, attention and action do not mean the same thing. After all, doesn’t it seem dangerous to draw concrete conclusions from things so illusive and flimsy as thoughts and feelings?

We seem to lack the ability to pump the brakes on our runaway thought trains. The open rate on the stories and messages we send ourselves is way higher than it should be. We buy into our thoughts with amazing consistency. Just know, it doesn’t have to be this way. We don’t have to believe every thought we have. One of my favorite Twitter followers said it best:

You can feel bad without buying into the idea that you are bad.

— Dennis Tirch PhD (@DennisTirchPhD) December 20, 2018


I don’t know what it’s like to personally lose money in the stock market. But, I do know what it’s like to be scared. I’ve learned, through the teacher that is cancer, to make friends with fear and pain. I usually resist at first, but this chronic disease wears me down until I surrender.

These past two weeks have been especially rough, as my bedsheets seem to have been magnetized. Once I’ve successfully peeled myself loose from the charged warmth, I’ve become shackled with a ball and chain on each arm and leg. I’ve trudged through the days, walking on loose sand, straining to see through the dense mental fog.

It’s not always this bad but, I usually wake up in discomfort most days. Even when I feel good, I’m fearful of the pain returning. I’ve considerably reduced the amount that I “do” in all areas of life, which at times leaves me feeling inadequate, like I’m getting left behind. It’s this feeling of inadequacy that is the catalyst for fear.

Our friend of the firm, Carolyn Gowen, wrote two pieces recently about how financial advisors are there for the good times and bad. You can read them here and here. Advisors, as well as their clients, need to be able to process and cope with life’s misfortunes. Coping with difficult situations and feelings, like fear and inadequacy, gets easier the more we deal with them. I’m not claiming to be some enlightened being that has all the answers. But, having lived with cancer for almost a year now, I feel some what qualified to humbly suggest some techniques and strategies for dealing with these difficult emotions.

  • Pay attention to your reactions when difficult feelings arise.
  • Create space within yourself (think “there is room for this too”)
  • Create time between your thought and reaction (take a few deep breathes)
  • Name your feelings and try greeting them kindly as friends when they arise.
  • Try and watch your emotions as a spectator. (You are the sky and your emotions are passing clouds)
  • Try not to berate yourself for feeling any kind of way. (Negative emotional compounding)
  • Your feelings are not your fault. Tell yourself this.
  • Before getting out of bed each morning, tell yourself “at the end of today I will love myself, no matter what happens.”
  • Self-soothe (gently hold your face or arms)
  • Talk with a nonjudgemental, trusted person. (This is where an advisor comes in)
  • Talk with a person who’s in a similar situation (can we make Market Worriers Anonymous a thing?)
  • Cultivate love for yourself through metta meditation

I know that experiencing panic, fear and worry can feel like wearing a straight-jacket. Our minds get narrowed and become overwhelmed, focusing only on the one thing that will make us feel better in that moment. I humbly ask that you try to relate differently to your negative feelings. Just give it a try. If you don’t like it or it doesn’t work for you, you can always go back to your old ways. One of my favorite authors, Sharon Salzberg, defines the goal well in her book LovingKindness:

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It’s okay to feel beaten and buried. Hope is not a straight line up and to the right. Like the stock market, our level of hope will fluctuate over time. Two things must persist through it all; long-term optimism and love for ourselves.

Filed Under: Asset Management

Mental Warfare

November 8, 2018 by Casey Mullooly

We all have a worrier inside of us. The objects of our worry seem endless: health, loved ones, career path, investments, social status etc. And to top it off, when we realize we’re worrying we berate ourselves for worrying too much. It seems like an endless cycle, in which we are infinitely ensnared.

We like to deny our worrier’s existence because it’s an ugly part of us, often revealing our core insecurities. Our worrier is one of the most hated parts of ourselves, so we try to beat it down out of sight. Worrying is bad for our health and even worse for our psyche. Worrying breeds stress, anxiety, depression and can even manifest as physical pain.

So that means we should beat up our inner-worrier, right?! I mean, we’re getting rid of worry, how great! The more we suppress our worrier, the more relaxed we’ll feel! I’ve recently learned how exhausting and futile waging this mental warfare on ourselves can be.

Before I got diagnosed with leukemia, I never considered myself a worrier. But now, I definitely do. An unexpected cancer diagnosis caused some serious repercussions to my psyche.  The mental anguish that comes with cancer is tough to describe. It almost feels like PTSD sometimes. Every time my body doesn’t feel right, I freak. And I’m on medication where the list of side effects is 3 full pieces of paper with normal font. So things pretty much never feel right. This has required me to develop an internal support system, which I call my rallying squad.

My rallying squad is tasked with handling doubt, fear, and worry. Its primary function is to pull me up when I’m down, to be a guide in the darkness. At first, my rallying squad and my worrier were constantly clashing in my psychic battlefield. As mortal enemies, one could not bear to see the other gain any ground. After endless battle, my rallying squad began to tire. It needed a boost, another tool in the arsenal. Luckily, I was gaining new intel on how to handle “the enemy”, my worrier. That intel was Kristin Neff’s book, Self-Compassion.

Instead of mercilessly judging and criticizing yourself for various inadequacies or shortcomings, self-compassion means you are kind and understanding when confronted with personal failings – after all, who ever said you were supposed to be perfect?” – Self-Compassion

My rallying squad realized that it needed to change its approach. It realized that my worrier needed to be compassionately accepted. Our worriers are desperate for love. This is, unfortunately, the very opposite of how we’re wired. It’s no easy task loving that ugly, insecure worrier. But, that’s precisely the part of you that needs it most!

The only problem is, wrapping the worrier in love and compassion doesn’t get rid of it. So how do we do that? Well the short answer is, we don’t. We just learn to live with it. By not chasing away our worrier we can actually listen to what it has to say. The compassion we provide gives it space and permission.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve had this nagging feeling on the left side of my abdomen. It seems to be coming from the area near my spleen (just underneath the left rib cage). When I was diagnosed, my spleen was massively enlarged. This is a tell-tale sign of chronic myeloid leukemia. So naturally I’m concerned something is going on there again. Yesterday, my worrier reached it’s maximum capacity. I asked my doctor to send me for a CT scan to settle this once and for all, hopefully.

Naturally my worrier starts to do the freak. What if something’s wrong? What if something’s not wrong? What if the spleen’s enlarged again? What does that mean? What could cause that? My rallying squad knows just what to do. I literally start repeating the thought “I love the part of me that worries, I love the part of me that worries”. And that calmed me down a bit, but what happened next is where the real magic is.

I don’t know about you, but thinking or being told “don’t worry about it” always seems to do just the opposite. I need a thought or some piece of evidence to check my worry against. I need something that I truly believe. If I can get that, my worry evaporates.

So back to yesterday afternoon. As I was driving to go for a jog, I continued compassionately accepting, instead of berating and suppressing my worrier. This allowed me to come to a pretty amazing realization that immediately neutralized my worry. The compassion created space for me to actually unpack my worry. So I thought the situation through and then did some mental visualization of how I think I would feel.

  • Best case scenario is the CT scan comes back clean and I carry on with life as usual. If it comes back clean I would think “see all that worrying was for nothing. I wish I didn’t think about it so much”.
  • Worst case scenario is I have to be admitted back to the hospital. And if I have to go back into the hospital I would think “man, I wish I didn’t spend my last jog outside worrying the whole time, I wish I enjoyed it more.”

I came to the conclusion that in both situations I would have wished I was calmer and enjoyed my jog outside as much as possible. And that was all I needed.

I know it doesn’t seem like much, but I think this mental process is transcendent. It’s universally applicable to every situation we come across in life. We just have to give it the space to come to fruition. We do this through compassion and kindness to ourselves. Especially, with the parts of ourselves that we hate the most. All feelings are information. Our emotions are literally messages to ourselves, we just have to listen.

My worrier and my rallying squad are good friends now. They know to treat each other kindly and that they can both mutually exist. And man, is the peace nice!

Whether you worry about your health, your investments, or something else, just know that it’s okay and 100% natural. Our worriers developed a long time ago as a way to protect us. So if you think about it, our worrier’s motivations are usually well-intentioned. It’s not easy to listen to that fearfully insecure part of you. But, if you give it a chance I think you’ll find that it often just wants what’s best for you.

Filed Under: Asset Management

Smile On

September 20, 2018 by Casey Mullooly

It’s been about a month since I wrote my first post about living with CML, “You’ll Be Alright”. It’s hard for me to write consistently due to a phenomenon known as “chemo brain”.  In this last month a lot has changed and at the same time a lot hasn’t changed. Something that hasn’t changed is how good writing and sharing my story makes me feel, so here we go.

Some of the most memorable days of your life can happen without you even realizing it. Life can and will change without your permission. That’s just how it goes.

On February 14th of this year I went to my normal weekly hot yoga class. Towards the end of the flow I tried a move I’d never done before, double pigeon pose. I felt a pop in my knee and a jolt down my right leg. It stiffened up over night and I couldn’t put much pressure on it. I knew I had to get it checked out. I was bummed out to the max because I was supposed to go snowboarding up in Vermont the next week with my best friends. I was devastated and became angry for several days. “I shouldn’t have tried that pose, what was I thinking?!”. I got my knee checked out by an orthopedic who told me that snowboarding was definitely out. He sent me for an MRI around February 20th, I would get the results in about two weeks. I ignored the doctor’s advice and the pain in my knee and went boarding in Vermont. I just had to. I had been looking forward to that trip for so long, if I didn’t go out boarding with the guys, my life would suck. So I thought.

The next week on March 6th I went to get my MRI results. When I got the results my heart leapt because the doctor told me there was no structural damage, just a strained MCL. He continued on, telling me that the bone marrow in my knee looked abnormal. He wanted me to go see another specialist. I didn’t really think much of it until I got out into my car and googled the doctors he was referring me to. He wanted me to see an oncologist. “What’s that?” I thought. So I googled again. Cancer, he wanted me to see a cancer doctor. “Wait….. what? I don’t have cancer, I feel fine”. I called my mom immediately and told her what was going on. That was the first of many tearful conversations we would have over the next few days. From there I went to my primary doctor who sent me for blood work.

On March 7th I got the blood work done. That was one of the strangest days of my life. I went to work and did my normal thing but I kind of felt like I was watching myself go through the motions that day. My mind was not in my body, as one of the scariest words, cancer, was in my every thought. I honestly thought there was no chance I had cancer. “I think I would be able to tell if I had cancer” was one of my recurring thoughts that day.

So the next day, March 8th, I went into work, trying to keep things as normal as possible. I got a call from my primary doctor at about 10:15 am. The blood work revealed that my white blood cell count was 240,000, the normal range is 3,000-10,000, just a bit high. The next thing I knew I was being admitted to the hospital. I was told to “bring my slippers”, meaning I’d be there a while.  A CT scan revealed my spleen was about the size of a football, normally about the size of a fist. I took my first round of chemo pills that night around 8 pm. The next morning brought the bone marrow biopsy. For those that don’t know, a bone marrow biopsy is when a huge needle is injected into your pelvic bone. A needle, into your bone. I was given heavy pain killers but I’m not sure I needed them, I was already numb. The biopsy confirmed that CML was the diagnosis.

Oh how quickly things change. In a three week span I went from thinking my life sucked because my knee hurt to thanking God that I hurt my knee. If I didn’t try double pigeon pose who knows how long my leukemia would have remained undetected. Time can change your perspective on just about anything. I would also like to add that I ripped powder in Vermont with a strained MCL and cancer, pretty bad-ass in my opinion.

Before I was diagnosed with leukemia it was pedal to the medal all the time. I worked 40 hours a week, studied CFP material 10 hours a week, worked out like a beast everyday and went out with friends multiple nights a week. I wanted to do it all. I really tried to get as much as I could out of each day. It felt good to be able to do all that. It was extremely satisfying, even though I didn’t realize it at the time.

Looking back on it I had been feeling bouts of extreme fatigue dating back to around July 2017 (diagnosed March 2018).  I was getting more than enough sleep (6-10 hours a night) but no matter what I was just so incredibly tired all the time. I attributed it to my body getting used to waking up at 6 a.m to study CFP material before work. I rationalized away what my body was signaling to me. I thought “I can’t be tired, I got 8 hours of sleep last night, I just need to push through it” so that’s what I did for 9 months. And it would have been longer if I didn’t hurt my knee. I waited until after I was diagnosed with cancer to finally admit that I was fatigued all the time (forehead slap). I literally said to my doctor “now that you mention it, I have been really tired lately” while sitting in my hospital bed that first night. Yeah, ya think?!  I think it’s mostly because I didn’t want to seem weak. I told myself that I was fine because I thought I had to be. I thought “You’re not tired. Just push past this. Be strong”.

We wear our tiredness as a badge in our society. If you’re not tired, then you must not be working hard enough. Sleep when you’re dead. The grind never stops. We’re all told to power through, regardless of how we feel. After all, our ego’s are at stake, as well as our sense of pride. It’s easy to trick ourselves into thinking we’re well rested. We’d rather drown ourselves in caffeine than admit that we’re tired. I did it for almost a year and maybe longer. This is the downside of mental toughness. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t all work as hard as we can and that if you’re tired all the time you have a malignant disease. No, I realize that my situation is more of the exception to the rule. But, it’s so easy to get caught up in this “grind” mentality. Where we’re in this constant state of “doing” and where “doing nothing” is unacceptable.  Again, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to do as much as possible. But, please make sure you’re getting rest. It’s perfectly normal and healthy to rest and do nothing once in a while. And to take personal days to recuperate. I mean, we literally have to do nothing for about a quarter of each day, it’s called sleep. Doing nothing can also be a form of improvement.  I didn’t want to listen to my body because I was scared of what it was saying. I know now that when your body speaks to you, LISTEN. If you feel “off” or not right for extended periods of time, don’t wait to check it out or tell someone. You’re not being weak, you’re doing the right thing.

I’ve realized that time management is actually energy management in disguise. We usually just align our energy levels with times during the day (sleep at night, be full of energy in the morning). One way we measure our energy is in time. Time is constant, you have 24 hours each day. Energy levels are variable. Time management requires a watch. Energy management requires the mental ability to accurately assess your energy level and then deploy what energy you have efficiently.

How do you make sure you’ll have enough energy for tomorrow? You get a good night’s sleep. Not so easy for us with cancer. The thing about cancer related fatigue is, a good night’s sleep doesn’t necessarily equal more energy in the morning.  So I’ve had to adjust from time management to energy management.

We all wake up with a plan of how our days going to go. We subconsciously act under the assumption that we’ll have the physical capability to do what we plan. Well, cancer doesn’t care about your plans. Each morning, usually while fighting back the nausea from taking my pill, I assess how much energy I have for the day. That’s one thing I definitely took for granted. Not having to think “do I have enough energy to do this?” simply just, waking up and doing. Some days I can hit all the areas in my plan and some days I forfeit all together. I have to do what’s best for me, which means being able to determine what that actually means. Not as simple as it sounds. That’s just how it is. It’s little nuanced things like this that don’t get much attention but make the battle against cancer that much harder. Much of it happens under the surface, hidden in plain view.

There’s a preciseness to living with CML that is irritating at times. I have to take my pill at the exact same time every day. You get to choose initially what time you take it, but for the best outcome you have to take it at the exact same time each day. No wiggle room. My pill messes with my stomach most days, especially when I don’t eat before taking it. So each morning I have to wake up, eat and take my pill. It doesn’t seem like a big deal but there’s a good chance that I’ll be doing this routine for the rest of my days. The monotony is necessary and a small price to pay but it just irks me sometimes.

Picture bowling except the lane is only an inch bigger than the ball. That’s what living with CML feels like. There is very little room for error. And if an error does occur it could be the big one. So I’ve had to develop my own system of bumpers so to speak. On one side is resilience and on the other side is restraint. When the ball seems like it’s going into the gutter on the left (bad days) I need resilience to bump me back on track. And when the ball is swinging back to the right (good days) I need to practice restraint so I don’t over indulge. This is true for everyone, but is magnified in those that live with cancer. When your system is as fragile as mine one tiny mistake in either direction will cost you. So now before committing to do things I really have to ask “is this worth it?” or “what are the consequences” or “how will this most likely make me feel afterward?”

Every decision has consequences. Every decision needs to be made with my best interest in mind. Which is actually a lot harder than it seems. One of the harder parts of living with CML is restraining myself when I feel good. When I feel good I want to do it all. I want to workout, play 18 holes then go out and have a couple drinks with the guys at night. Or I want the satisfaction of working a full day at the office. I’ve gone all out before and paid the consequences. About a month ago my friends from college got married. Most of my best friends from college were there, what an awesome day it was. I let loose and had a few drinks and stayed up until the early morning. Man, it felt good to let loose and not care about the consequences. But I paid for it greatly. I was out of commission for the next 10 days. When I go through these bad stretches, it’s really bad. I’m talking like it takes all my strength to do basic daily tasks (bathe, eat, get out of bed, go for a walk, engage in conversation, mentally lock in). One night of not caring about the consequences led to days of massive pain.

I’ve had to curb the right tail of my life’s distribution curve. I try to limit the highs because that usually equates to limiting the lows. Which means I’m going to miss out on some stuff (shoulder shrug). At least I still get to be here, some aren’t so lucky. The experiences happen quickly but the lessons take a while to develop. It’s hard to comprehend what’s actually happening sometimes. The most valuable days, in terms of learning lessons, are the days when I feel worst. Unfortunately, writing on those days usually isn’t an option. I think we can all learn a lot about “how to live” by reflecting on our worst days. It’s uncomfortable, painful and depressing to look back and relive our toughest moments but that’s where opportunity is. I’ve done my share of frowning and being upset these last few months, with my Mom, Dad and brothers catching the brunt of it. By leaning on them and relying on unrelenting hope I’ve made it this far. And don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

You know it’s funny, some people have told me how inspiring I’ve been these last few months. At first I thought “what’s so inspiring about laying on a couch or only working a handful of hours a week? How is napping 3 times a day inspiring to people?” I soon came to a realization. Inspiration lies in the crevasses of life. Inspiration is born from attitude, perspective and resilience. Inspiration is suffering with a smile.I go for my 6 month check-up in a couple weeks, fingers crossed for remission. If not, well, I’ll do my best to smile on.

Filed Under: Asset Management

You’ll Be Alright

August 6, 2018 by Casey Mullooly

I was recently diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia (CML). There are good and bad parts of CML.

Good

  • Treatable with a daily pill called a TKI. It’s not quite chemotherapy, but it’s pretty powerful stuff. TKI’s were discovered in 2001. Before TKI’s the prognosis was not very good for CML.
  • I can still do some of my favorite things. (Playing golf, going to the beach, being active outside, being able to spend time with those I love)
  • I don’t have to be in the hospital for treatment.

Bad

  • Medication side effects are debilitating at times. Fatigue like you’ve never felt, aching everywhere, shooting pains in legs, numb fingertips etc.
  • I can’t do as much as I used to do. Career has been put on hold. Social life has taken a hit. At times I feel like a 75 year old living in a 24 year old’s body.
  • CML is a chronic disease meaning very few people fully get rid of it. This could very well be something I deal with for the rest of my life.

CML altered my world. The past five months have been the hardest time in my life by far. Each day, one foot at a time, I’m rebuilding my life. Each day I’m getting better at living with cancer. Despite the circumstances I still feel blessed to be where I am today. I feel lucky because it could be so much worse. But I also feel so incredibly bummed out sometimes. I’ve been FEELING a lot for the last few months. Talking about our feelings is a touchy, almost taboo subject. It’s extremely difficult to speak up about how we’re feeling.

I’ve had almost weekly doctor appointments since March. I’ve never met with an investment advisor before, I’ve always been on the other side of the table. But, I’m assuming it is kind of like going to a doctor’s appointment. So I’d like to shed some light on that relationship dynamic.

Something we all do is to try to seem better than we are. We want the doctor to tell us we’re in good health. We want the advisor to perceive us as smart, with-it and in a good spot. We want our friends and family to think we’re doing well. Part of how we do this is by putting up fronts, pretending like everything’s fine, not asking the hard questions and not speaking up if we don’t understand something. I’ve learned over the last 5 months that this can lead to a lot of unnecessary discomfort.

Working with a doctor or investment advisor is scary, stressful and nerve-wracking. They are probably number 1 (health) and number 2 (financial) when it comes to priorities for most people. In both situations, big words are thrown around and difficult concepts are discussed. There is great opportunity for misunderstanding.

The phrase “you’ll be alright” is a favorite among investment advisors and doctors. I know for a fact that I’ve said it countless times as an advisor. And now I’ve had it said to me numerous times from doctors, nurses, family and friends. It’s said as a way to provide comfort during hard times and often does just that. The problem is, the definition of what it means to be alright is different for everyone. And what it means to be alright will constantly change over a single person’s life. It’s hard to know when your definition has changed.

When I was first diagnosed back in March I met my now primary oncologist for the first time. He’s a wonderful doctor who has helped me immensely. He had no idea who I was before my case just got thrown on his lap. I’m sure it’s not easy to tell a stranger “you have leukemia”. But by the time he left my hospital room he had me somewhat calm about the whole situation. My mind was spinning and emotions were flowing. But I had understood enough of what he said to believe that I wasn’t going to die anytime soon and that I would be alright.

The investment advisor in me compares this to telling a client their account is down or the market is taking a turn for the worse. The client wants to feel secure and wants to know that it won’t be this bad forever. They’re likely highly emotional and scared. In this situation it’s the advisor’s job to disarm the client and provide the feeling of security. It’s the advisor’s job to make the client feel like everything will be alright.

In the heat of the moment the assurance you get from the doctor or advisor is usually enough to tide you over for a while. But then comes learning how to live in the day-to-day. You can’t call your doctor or advisor everyday asking questions. You need to learn how to cope on your own. So much of learning how to deal with difficult emotions comes from setting expectations.

Setting appropriate expectations is extremely difficult for CML. It’s a rare blood disorder that affects everyone differently. Despite my blood counts normalizing, I was constantly worried that my side effects weren’t normal and that the condition was getting worse. I now needed help with learning what to expect while living with cancer. My definition of “feeling alright” had changed from when I was in the hospital. I needed something else from my doctor. I knew that in the long run my life expectancy was still good but it was hard to see that while dealing with the side effects of my medication.  My primary oncologist didn’t know how else to explain things to me. But he knew that I needed more help. And he knew enough to know that he didn’t have all the answers, so he sent me to The Cancer Institute of New Jersey. There I met with an amazing CML specialist who provided me and my family with great clarity and a much needed expectation adjustment. I also met with a social worker who opened my eyes to some resources for young adults battling cancer. Just knowing that other people like me were struggling with the same things made me feel a whole lot better.

This is comparable to knowing that you’re still on track to meet your financial goals but getting worried about the daily noise the market generates. Advisors need to be able to adapt to a client’s needs. We don’t have to have all the answers, but we do have to be able to help our clients find them. Advisors need to be somewhere in between stock market technician and social worker. Or maybe advisory firms just need to hire social workers that can help people deal with the emotions of investing.

Telling people “you’ll be alright” simply isn’t enough. You have to make them believe it. What patients and clients ask of their doctor or advisor will change over time. The relationship is fluid. It’s important for the doctor/advisor to realize this and be able to change with the client. Sometimes the client/patient will want a 30,000 foot view of the situation just to reassure them they’ll be alright. Sometimes the client/patient will want to break down the minutiae.

My recommendation to advisors is to do everything you can to know what the client is looking for. Ask the client if they understand, ask them if they are satisfied.

My advice to those in the client/patient role is to know what your definition of “being alright” is. Know what to expect. Ask the hard question, ask for something to be explained again. Let the doctor or advisor know when you are unsatisfied with their answers.

I’ve learned that being alright and being pain-free are not the same thing. There’s an unrealized distinction between knowing that everything will be alright in the end and feeling alright in the day-to-day. Everyone suffers in some way, it’s what we do. Learning how to cope is a process. There are many people and resources out there that can help. The only way that those people will be able to help is if you admit that you need help. “Getting help” with anything is not weakness, it’s strength.

The first couple of weeks after I got diagnosed I really just wanted things to go back to normal. I went back to work less than 10 days after getting discharged from the hospital. I told my friends that it really wasn’t that bad. I did this not because my friends or family wanted me to but because I wanted it to be true. If I could just get some semblance of routine back in my life then I’d start to feel better. But I couldn’t live the life I lived before, my body just wouldn’t let me. This led to me beating myself up for not being able to do all the things I used to do. And downward the spiral went. I’d lay paralyzed in bed for days because I couldn’t face dealing with the pain of living with cancer. After about 2 or 3 months of going through this it finally dawned on me, “Stop pretending that you don’t have cancer”. I finally accepted it. And what a liberating feeling it was.

“This is the very nature of life. No one in this world experiences only pleasure and no pain, and no one experiences only gain and no loss. When we open to this truth, we discover that there is no need to hold on or to push away. Rather than trying to control what can never be controlled, we can find a sense of security in being able to meet what is actually happening. This is allowing for the mystery of things, not judging but rather cultivating a balance of mind that can receive what is happening, whatever it is. This acceptance is the source of our safety and confidence. When we feel unhappiness or pain, it is not a sign that things have gone terribly wrong or that we have done something wrong by not being able to control the circumstances. Pain and pleasure are constantly coming and going, and yet we can be happy. When we allow for the mystery, sometimes we discover that right in the heart of a very difficult time, right in the midst of a painful situation, there is freedom. In those moments when we realize how much we cannot control, we can learn to let go. As we begin to understand this, we move from a mode of struggling to control what comes into our lives into a mode of simply wishing to truly connect with what is. This is a radical shift in worldview.”

This passage from “Lovingkindness” by Sharon Salzberg embodies why true acceptance is so powerful.

Now, when I talk about my CML with people I let them know how I really feel. I let them know I’m taking some time off from work. I let them know I can’t really exercise anymore. I tell them I’m too tired or too sore to go out at night. Admitting this has actually led to me feeling better. Discussing my weaknesses has led to stronger bonds with those I love and created a much easier environment for me to live in. We don’t have to pretend to be okay. We don’t have to suppress our suffering. We don’t have to hide our weakness. We can be still be “alright” when we aren’t at our best.

Living with cancer is truly terrible. I don’t wish it on anyone. But it has also allowed me to transform as a person. It has taught me that happiness shouldn’t depend on how you’re feeling. Happiness is not contingent, it is always there. It has allowed me to learn about things that aren’t easy. I’ll continue to battle this disease with everything I’ve got. And I look forward to sharing more of my journey with you all as it unfolds.

 

 

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Damage Control

July 2, 2018 by Casey Mullooly

I had a conversation recently with a good friend of mine while playing golf.  He explained to me that during his rounds of golf he’s pretty good for most of it. Usually making par or bogey on 14-16 holes. The problem is there always seems to be 2-4 “blowup holes” where he scores double bogey, triple bogey or worse. These “blowup holes” can ruin an otherwise solid round of golf.

I said to him “damage control man, damage control”.

High level golfers have the ability to miss small and recover from their mistakes quickly. “Scrambling Percent is a statistic that shows a players ability to make par (or better) even if a Green in Regulation (GIR) is missed” – (Golf Stat Lab) Meaning it measures who consistently makes a good score on the hole even when they hit a bad shot. Most of the top players on the PGA Tour are high up on the list of Scrambling. Jason Day, Henrik Stenson, Rickie Fowler, Dustin Johnson, Rory Mcilroy, Brooks Koepka and Justin Rose are all in the Top 20.

This concept of damage control is applicable everywhere in life, especially investing.

Michael Batnick of Ritholtz Wealth Management recently published a book detailing mistakes that famous investors made.

“If there is one takeaway, it’s that investing is extremely difficult. You will make mistakes. You will repeat them. You will discover new ones. And just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, the market will humble you once more. It is imperative that you take this in stride, that you don’t let these molehills turn into mountains.” – Big Mistakes

Shane Parrish over at Farnam Street says “avoiding stupidity is easier than seeking brilliance”.

And finally Morgan Housel wrote recently “Avoid disaster, be patient, and you don’t need many smart decisions to do well over time.”

Investing, like golf, is more about doing all you can not to lose. It takes mental focus, skill and a great deal of willpower to avoid the “blowup holes”. But if you can simply limit the damage in whatever it is you’re doing, you’ll be well ahead of the rest.

 

 

 

Filed Under: Asset Management

Noticing The Ends

June 26, 2018 by Casey Mullooly

Our lives are a spectrum. From “good” to “bad”. From “high” to “low”.

Life is kind of like Statistics 101. Your thoughts, feelings, words and actions are data points on the bell curve of your life.

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When you’re feeling “good” you don’t want it to end. You don’t want to take the time from what’s being done to take note of the feeling.

When you’re feeling “bad”, it feels like it will never stop.

The hard part is realizing when these moments are actually happening. The hard part is paying attention to what you’re actually feeling. And knowing that it won’t last forever.

Acknowledge what feels “good” and what feels “bad”. To foster the “good” it needs to be known what “good” is to YOU. To dull the “bad” it needs to be calmly accepted.

Thinking about your feelings seems easy and stupid, but awareness is the first step to change.

 

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