I wake up, my wife or girlfriend is next to me. Or maybe it is just me.

I look out the window and see part of Bleecker Street. The Chelsea market might be in view. A picture-perfect view of the Hudson River is possible. It doesn’t matter because I am in the greatest city on earth.

I proceed to get dressed, a suit, tie, dress shoes and a Seamaster or Sea-Dweller on my wrist. To the subway, I go. A few stops later I get off. I walk to the corner of Next Street and take a turn to the right. The green sign on the corner reads Wall Street. I grab a coffee from the street vendor, Jimmy or Tony, one cream with no sugar. He responds of course. How is the market looking? It is Friday so a sell-off, I say. I grab the coffee and walk toward the clear double doors. I wave at the security. He smiles back. I hop into the elevator. I ride it up until I hear the ding. I walk to my desk. My desk is in my office which has floor to ceiling glass windows. I put down the coffee, take off my jacket and roll up my sleeves. The clock reads 7:38, a little under two hours till opening. I host a pre-market meeting to go over the key details for the day. My meeting ends I grab another cup of coffee. Before I know it I hear the bell ringing the market is open. The day is like a whirlwind, I have a million different tools to watch during the day. The Dow Jones, GDP Volatility in China and the value of the pound, just to name a few. Around 11 I run across the street and grab a sandwich. I get back to the office and it is lunchtime lull, if you can call it a lull. Everyone has a sandwich in hand and is carefully watching their computers looking for a buying opportunity. The frenzy starts back up by 12. The closing bell hits me surprisingly. I can finally breathe.

The day may seem boring to some or maybe overwhelming to others but this is the future I carve and the one I view myself in. The details may be a little different but that is why it is called the future and not the guaranteed.