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Look, I just watched the NFP print hit the wire. Gold barely blinked. A surprise that size normally moves this market $20 in the first hour. We got maybe $4. That silence is the real signal.

Here's the thing. The headline number shocked the consensus. But the positioning was already done. Longs were stacked before the release. Shorts were stacked too. The market had priced every outcome, so the actual print was just a formality.

Most people miss this. Sound familiar? You sit there, watching the number, waiting for the fireworks. Nothing. Then you start second-guessing yourself. Was the data wrong? Did I misread it?

No. The move already happened in the days before. The big players weren't waiting for the news. They were positioning ahead of it. By the time you see the headline, the trade is over.

Honestly? I've seen this pattern a hundred times. The bigger the surprise, the smaller the reaction. That's not a glitch. That's the tell. When everyone expects a move, nobody gets one.

You don't lose money when you're wrong. You lose money when you're right too early. I know that sounds like a fortune cookie, but I've bled for it.

Gold. D1 trend was screaming higher. I was convinced. So I averaged in on the dip. Then another dip. Then a third. My average was decent, my conviction was ironclad. The trend did resume — two days after I took the stop. Not even close to my entry.

The market doesn't care how confident you are. It never has.

Conviction without price action? That's just an opinion with a lot of feeling behind it. I've learned the hard way that being early is the same as being wrong, except it hurts more because you were "right."

So now I have a rule. I don't add to a position until the market agrees with my read. Period.

What does that look like in practice? A close above resistance. Not a wick, not an intraday spike — a close. Or a retest that holds, where price comes back, taps the level, and bounces like it's got somewhere better to be. And the US session. If the move can't survive New York, it's not a move worth trusting.

Every single time I've broken this rule, I've paid for it. Every single time.

I'm not saying you need all three signals. But you need at least one. Otherwise you're just gambling on your own narrative. And the market loves to punish that.

Gold broke below $4,040. My long was bleeding.

For thirty seconds, I sat there. Add-order ticket open. Sizing up a bigger position.

The Fed just handed me the perfect excuse. Hawkish hold. Gold selling off. "Buy the dip, this is the final washout."

That sentence has killed more accounts than any bear market. Seriously.

What I caught myself doing mid-click? My average entry was improving. My risk was exploding. I wasn't reading the chart anymore. I was negotiating with my own loss aversion.

Sound familiar?

Look, I've been there. You've been there. We all have.

Here's the thing—that little voice telling you to add? It's not strategy. It's fear wearing a disguise. You're not averaging down. You're averaging into a hole.

The numbers don't lie. $4,040 broke. My stop was at $4,025. I should've been out. Instead, I'm calculating how much more I can throw at a losing trade.

Honestly? It's embarrassing.

But here's what saved me that day. I closed the ticket. Walked away from the desk. Took three breaths. Came back and looked at the chart fresh.

Guess what? The setup was broken. Momentum was down. The Fed's message was clear. No bounce coming.

I took the loss. Small. Controlled. Alive for the next trade.

That's the difference between traders who survive and traders who blow up. Not intelligence. Not indicators. Just the willingness to say "I'm wrong" and move on.

Ask yourself next time you're about to add to a loser: Am I trading the chart, or am I trading my ego?

Look, I just racked the bar after 5x5 deadlifts. Fifth set, last rep. My lower back was screaming — I mean, genuinely begging me to stop — and everything in me wanted to call it at four. But here's the thing: the number on the bar doesn't give a damn how I feel. You either lift it or you don't. There's no partial credit for almost.

And trading? Same exact game. That stop loss you set? It's a number you agreed to when the market was quiet, when you could think straight. The second the market gets loud — and it will get loud — you start negotiating with it. "Well, maybe just a little further." "It'll bounce, I can feel it." No. You're not trading anymore at that point. You're just hoping, and hope isn't a strategy.

I've been guilty of it too. You know that feeling? Price creeps toward your stop, and suddenly you're convincing yourself that this time is different. That the setup is still valid. It's not. It never is once you've moved the line. The discipline was the whole point. Once you break it, you're just gambling with extra steps.

I just watched gold bounce off $4,110 for the second time in 48 hours. That's three failed pushes at this level this week, and honestly, the market is doing that thing where everyone just stares at the same number, waiting for someone to blink first. D1 trend? Still up. No argument there. But momentum? That's a different story entirely.

Every single rally into that $4,108-$4,120 zone gets sold within the hour. I've seen it three times now, and the bids underneath are getting thinner each time. You can feel it in the tape—the buyers are there, sure, but they're not stepping up like they were last week. They're waiting, and waiting in this game usually means they're about to step aside.

The real line in the sand isn't the high, though. It's $4,040. That's where the whole structure hinges. If we lose that, the D1 trend argument gets thrown out the window, and you're left with a bunch of longs holding bags and hoping for a rescue that might not come. I've been through enough cycles to know that when a level gets tested this many times in a week, it's not a question of if it breaks—it's a question of when. And the way the bids are thinning out right now, I'd rather be early than late on that call.

Two hours. That’s how long I sat there staring at gold during Asia session this morning. Not trading. Not even close—just watching 15-minute candles wiggle like they owed me something. Ten years of screen time, and here’s the thing I keep coming back to: Asia session is where discipline goes to die, honestly. Low volume. Wide spreads. Fake breakouts that look massive on the small timeframe, and then you pull up the D1 and it’s nothing. Nothing at all. The chart wasn’t giving me information, I was just addicted to the motion. So I cut it. Closed the terminal. Just like that.

Alright, I just shut the charts. Another sideways session, man. Gold’s stuck at $4,080—six weeks of this consolidation now, and every single rally attempt just dies at that same ceiling. You see the dollar index bounce, and everyone’s pointing at that like it’s the whole story. I don’t buy it. Actually no, let me rephrase—they’re pointing at the wrong thing. The 10-year yield is the real tell. Watch that, not the dollar. I’ve been tracking $4,100 as the pivot on D1. If we get a daily close above that, $4,150 comes into play fast. And I mean fast.

I skipped the gym for one day, and it cost me a trade I'd been tracking for weeks.

Not because of bad luck.

Because of the connection nobody talks about: discipline leaks. Wednesday morning I hit snooze instead of the barbell. Told myself it was one day. No big deal.

By NY open, gold had pulled back to the 61.8 FIB I'd marked three days earlier. My level. The one I'd been waiting for.

But instead of waiting for US session confirmation like I always do, I clicked buy early.

Every single time I break one routine, the next one cracks too. It's like the brain treats all discipline as one muscle. Skip the gym, and suddenly your entry rules feel optional. Your stop loss feels like a suggestion. You start rationalizing.

I know, I know—sounds dramatic. But I've watched this pattern replay in my own account for years. The weeks I train consistently? I take fewer trades, wait for confirmations, respect my risk. The weeks I slack off? I'm chasing entries, averaging down, checking charts every five minutes like a maniac.

It's not about fitness. It's about keeping promises to yourself. Small ones. Daily ones.

So now I treat the gym like a trading rule. Non-negotiable. Because if I can't honor a 45-minute commitment to myself, how the hell am I supposed to honor a stop loss at 2 AM when the market's trying to shake me out?

That gold trade? I got stopped out for 1.2R. The confirmation I skipped would've kept me out entirely. Or at least gotten me a better fill.

Lesson learned. Again.

Just stared at the H4 close longer than I'd like to admit. XAU/USD is sitting right on the 61.8% Fibonacci of the 4197 to 3960 swing, around $4,107. D1 trend is still up. Higher lows since the July 17 flush, buyers stepped in at 3,960 and again at 3,983. But this is the part I keep staring at: the supply zone overhead at 4,130 to 4,160 rejected us twice, on July 22 and again on July 23. Same sellers, same level. The number that matters next week is $4,130. Not 4,107, not 4,080.

I just watched gold bounce off $4,045 for the third time this week. Ten years ago I would've had nine lines on that chart. Now I have two. Support and resistance isn't a prediction. It's a memory. Price remembers where it got rejected, where it found buyers, where it broke down. That's it. The level doesn't decide where gold goes. It just tells you where other traders left their stop losses and their hopes. D1 trend is down inside a range.

Third time. Not even close to a breakout. Every single time it touches that number, it's like a wall. And I'm not drawing some fancy Fibonacci fan or a pivot point cluster. Just a straight line where sellers showed up. Twice last week, once today. That's the memory. Price keeps coming back to it, like it's checking if anyone's still home.

So what do I do with that? Honestly, nothing fancy. I wait. If we get a fourth touch and it holds, I'm looking for a short with a tight stop above $4,060. If it breaks — and I mean a real close above, not a wick — then the range flips and I'm wrong. Fine. I'll take the loss and move on. That's the game. You're not predicting the future. You're just reading the room. And right now, the room is saying $4,045 is the line in the sand.

I made money on every trade last month. That's exactly why I'm a worse trader now.

Two weeks ago I was long gold from the $4,050 area. D1 trend was up, price had retraced to the 61.8 Fib of the last swing, and the NY open confirmed the bounce. Textbook setup. Target $4,150, stop below $4,020.

Price ran $60 in my favor over a few days. Then a red H4 candle appeared that looked exactly like the start of a correction. My stomach dropped.

I've seen this movie before—so many times. In my experience, that's when the real damage happens. Not when you're wrong from the start, but when you're right for two days and then doubt creeps in. I closed the trade early. Took my $60 and felt smart about it.

Gold went to $4,150 the next morning. Then $4,180 by Friday.

Here's the thing I keep forgetting: a red H4 candle in a strong uptrend is just noise. It's the market breathing. But my brain treats it like a fire alarm. I've been through enough cycles to know better, yet I still let that little spike of fear override my plan.

You know what's funny? The stop was at $4,020. Even if I'd held and price reversed hard, I'd have lost $30. That's manageable. But the mental cost of being wrong after being right—that's what gets me. I'd rather take a small win than risk feeling stupid.

That's the trap. And I fall for it every damn time.

So yeah, last month's perfect record? It's costing me now. Because I'm second-guessing every entry, watching for that red candle that might not even mean anything. I've got to remind myself: the setup was clean, the risk was defined, and the market did exactly what it was supposed to do. My job was to let it.

Gold pushed through 4,050 this morning. I wasn't in it. The long setup was textbook—clean retracement to the 61.8 FIB on D1, rejection candle right at support, and the NY session was about to confirm. I just sat there. Not because the analysis was bad. It was spot on. I was still married to my short bias from last week.

You know that feeling, right? When you've been calling for a pullback for days, and the market finally gives you one—but it's shallow, and then it starts ripping again. Your brain goes, "No, it's going to reverse, just wait." And then it doesn't. It breaks through, and you're watching the screen like a spectator.

Missed trades don't hurt because of the money. I've been through enough of those to know. They hurt because taking the trade means admitting your last call was wrong. That's the part nobody talks about. You'd rather sit on your hands and be "right" about yesterday than be profitable today.

I've seen this pattern repeat in every cycle I've traded—2013, 2020, even the quiet years in between. The market doesn't care about your narrative. It just moves. And my job, your job, is to react to what's in front of us, not what we wish was happening.

Anyway, gold's at 4,052 now. Still no pullback. The next level I'm watching is 4,070, then the psychological 4,100. But I'm not chasing it. I'll wait for the next setup, and this time, I'm not bringing my ego to the table.

I just watched gold bounce off that same zone for the third time this month—and honestly, it felt like déjà vu. Three failed pushes into 4157-4197, and on the surface, they all looked the same. Same wicks. Same FIB level. Same crowd piling into shorts like it's a done deal.

But here's the thing—by the third attempt, the H4 data was whispering something different. I mean, really different. The selloffs? Getting shallower each time. Every dip held higher above the 61.8, and the D1 trend just never turned. It's like the market was holding its breath, waiting for someone to notice.

Let me rephrase that, actually. It's not that the price wasn't moving—it was. But the *momentum* behind those moves was fading. You can see it in the tape before it ever shows up in the candle. The volume on those selloffs? Drying up. The buyers stepping in earlier, with more conviction. I've seen this pattern a hundred times, and it still catches me off guard how subtle it is.

The crowd keeps shorting that band, probably thinking it's a free lunch. But if they'd just watch the H4 structure—the higher lows, the shrinking bearish momentum—they'd realize the third rejection isn't the same as the first. It's like the market's testing the waters, and the water's getting warmer.

I just watched gold slice through $4,100 again like it wasn't there. Same script, different week. You'd think someone would learn. Most traders stare at the support and resistance lines and think that's the structure. It isn't. Not even close. The real structure is where the stops are piled up—that's why so many breakouts die halfway. I've seen it a hundred times. Price tags a level, everyone piles in, and then it reverses right at the point where the crowd's stop loss sits. Every single time.

D1 trend is up. That's the only trend that pays. I don't care what the 15-minute chart is whispering. Everything below H4 is noise dressed up as analysis. You want to trade that? Fine. Just don't call it structure.

Key levels this week:

$4,113 to $4,130. The ceiling that keeps rejecting. Three touches in five days. Each rejection gets a little weaker, though. First one was a clean fade. Second one was a sloppy mess. Third one? It held, but barely. I'm watching this range like a hawk. If we break above $4,130 with volume, the stops above it are going to light up like a Christmas tree. And that's the move everyone's actually waiting for.

One NFP Trade Cost Me 200 Pips. It Taught Me What Textbooks Can't.

Friday, 8:27 a.m. Gold pinned at 1,296, right below the level I'd been marking all week. The calendar alert for Non-Farm Payrolls was buzzing on my phone. My coffee had gone cold. I was doing the one thing every trading book warns against: sitting there with a strong short bias and a trigger finger, convinced this release was going to confirm everything I already believed.

I was three years into trading gold. I had my D1 structure, my Fibonacci retracements, my support and resistance lines. I could recite every textbook rule for NFP release day. Wait for the print. Let the initial move settle. Fade the spike. It sounded clean in theory.

It fell apart in the first four minutes.

The Setup

The week leading in had been textbook-perfect. Gold spent four straight days grinding lower. Every rally got sold. Every lower high landed right on the Fibonacci level I'd drawn on the Daily. The trend was down, my bias was short, and I was convinced this release would be the confirmation that finally made me feel like a real trader.

I said the plan out loud that morning, the way you do when you're trying to convince yourself you have a system. "Fade the spike. That's the play."

I didn't have an entry level. I didn't have an invalidation level. I had a direction and a feeling. That's not a trade plan, but I didn't know that yet.

The Release

8:30 hit. The number crossed the wire, and gold dropped like the floor had been pulled out from under it. Fifteen pips in the first seconds. Maybe twenty. I didn't read the report. I didn't need to. Price was moving my way, and that was all my three-year-old brain needed.

I hesitated on the first entry because I wanted to be smart about it. Then I watched it drop another ten and something ugly took over. Not analysis. Not discipline. The fear of missing the move. The feeling that this trade was leaving without me, and if I didn't get in right now, I'd spend the whole weekend replaying it.

So I shorted at market. No trigger. No plan. Just a chart moving in my direction and a heartbeat five times faster than it should have been.

Ninety seconds later, I felt like a genius.

The Reversal

Then it snapped back. Not slowly. Not politely. It ripped upward like a rubber band stretched too far, and on its way through, it took out every stop sitting below the low. I remember staring at the screen, doing the floating-loss math in my head, telling myself it would turn back down because the Daily was bearish and the trend was my friend and every textbook I'd ever read said the first spike after NFP is a trap.

Except this time the spike wasn't the trap. The spike was the real move, and the reversal was the trap. The market liquidated the late shorts, broke the obvious support, and kept climbing through 1,300 like the level didn't exist.

I added to the position on the way up. That's the part I'm least proud of, so I'll say it plainly. I averaged into a losing trade because I couldn't accept that I was wrong. I watched gold run to 1,314, did the math on my average entry, and felt everything collapse in my chest.

By the time I got out, I was down 200 pips on the trade. On gold, that's roughly two thousand dollars per lot, and with the leverage I was running back then, it was a wound that took months to heal.

The account survived. My confidence didn't.

The Week After

The following week I did the thing every honest trader eventually admits to: I tried to get it back. I took trades I had no business taking, sized up on weak setups, and turned one stupid loss into a lesson that kept charging tuition. It took another small hit before I finally sat down and stopped.

That's the part nobody talks about in NFP trading lessons for beginners. The trade itself is bad enough. The revenge trading after it is worse. The market doesn't punish you once for a mistake. It punishes you every time you try to make that mistake disappear with another trade.

The Autopsy

I spent the next week going through the session the way you go through a car crash. One-minute chart. Then five-minute. Then hourly. I checked the data, the revisions, the wage component, the whole report. And that's when the first real lesson hit me.

The number didn't matter.

I don't remember the headline print anymore. I don't remember if it beat or missed. What I remember is the move before the move. How gold had been sold for four straight days. How every dip got bought the week before that. How the market had stacked one side of the trade with late sellers right before the release. None of that was in the report. All of it decided the reaction.

The textbooks told me how to analyze the data. They never told me that analysis isn't the game. Liquidity engineering is the game, and retail forex traders are the inventory.

What Textbooks Miss

What I know a decade later, after more NFP release days than I can count, is this:

The first thirty minutes after a release are a graveyard for anyone who trades the headline. The initial spike in one direction takes out the stops of everyone who positioned ahead of the data. Then price reverses and takes out everyone who chased the spike. If you're in either group on NFP release day, you're not trading. You're being traded.

The number is not the trade. The reaction to the number is the trade. And the reaction is driven by what's already in the market, not by what the data says.

The fear of missing out is the most expensive emotion in economic indicator trading. It's always stronger than the fear of losing money, which is exactly why the market is built the way it is. The spikes exist to trigger one fear first, then the other.

If I had to name the biggest NFP trade mistakes to avoid, overleveraging on NFP would sit at the top. A lot of beginner NFP traders think the answer is a better entry strategy. The best NFP trading strategy for retail traders isn't a strategy at all. It's a decision about whether to even be in the market when the number drops.

The honest answer to how to trade NFP without losing is boring. Trade smaller. Wait longer. Have zero interest in the first spike.

How I Trade NFP Now

These days I don't trade the first fifteen minutes of NFP. I don't even watch it the way I used to. I sit through the release, let the post-NFP market reaction play out, and wait for the Daily structure to tell me whether any of it actually matters. If gold makes a higher high after the dust settles and the structure supports it, maybe there's a trade in there. Usually on smaller size than I'd normally run. Usually there isn't a trade at all, and that's fine.

Not trading on NFP release day is a position too. It's been the best one I've ever held.

I'm not here to tell you to never touch high-impact news trading. Plenty of day traders and swing traders have systems that work around economic data, and some of them are genuinely good. I'm not the authority on your strategy. I'm just the guy who spent ten years staring at gold and learned that the one thing every book skips is the part where you're sitting at your desk at 8:33 in the morning with your stomach in your throat, making decisions with a brain that's been hijacked by adrenaline.

No textbook can prepare you for that. The only thing that prepares you is scar tissue.

And that reminds me of the conversation I keep having with newer traders. They ask about the single NFP trade that changed my trading. They expect a winning story, a perfect setup, a Fibonacci hit that paid for itself. Then I tell them about the Friday I lost 200 pips in forty minutes and spent the next week trying to win it back.

That trade changed my process in a boring, specific way. I started writing down my invalidation before I entered. I started cutting position size on news days. I started treating "I'm not sure" as a legitimate stance instead of a weakness.

You won't believe any of this until you've had your own version of that trade. I don't blame you. I wouldn't have believed it either. Some lessons have to be paid for in person.

That's the one that changed me. And no textbook ever came close.

Alright so 8:30 AM ET CPI comes out, hotter than expected. And you know what I did? I didn't buy the dip. I did the one thing most traders absolutely cannot do—nothing.

The first four minutes were brutal. I'm not gonna lie. Gold tagged lower, then snapped right back like a rubber band. Dip buyers were already posting screenshots like they'd won the lottery. And every single instinct I've built up over a decade of staring at charts is screaming at me, "buy the panic, you idiot."

I didn't touch it. Not even a little.

The D1 was showing me the truth the whole time. We rejected at 4157 last week, and printed a descending high. Actually no, let me rephrase—it wasn't even a clean descending high, it was more like a messy one, but the message was clear: sellers are in control above that level.

So yeah, I just sat there. Watched the noise. Let the crowd have their fun. Because the trade wasn't there yet, and forcing it would've just been me donating money to whoever's on the other side of my click.

I just watched the Asian session open and gold is doing that thing again. Flat open, drifting around $4,110, and the range keeps getting tighter. D1 trend's still up, but we're coiling. Here's what I keep coming back to: $4,050 is the line in the sand. Not 4,000. Not the July low. The 61.8% retracement of the July 20 rally, right where former resistance flipped to support. Everyone's got it marked. Every trader I know has this level on their chart.

And that's exactly what bothers me.

When everyone's staring at the same number, the market loves to fake you out. I've seen it a hundred times. Price tags 4,052, looks like it's breaking, you jump in short—then it snaps back like a rubber band and runs you over. Or worse, it sits there for hours, grinding sideways, and you're stuck watching your P&L bleed out from the spread alone.

So here's my actual plan, and I'm keeping it simple. I'm not touching anything until we get a close below 4,050 on the 4-hour chart. Not a wick. Not a flash. A close. If that happens, I'm looking at 4,010 as the next stop—that's the 50% retracement, and it's also where the volume profile shows a decent node from late July. Below that? 3,980, but I won't chase it.

If we hold 4,050 instead? Then I'm done for the day. No long. No revenge trade. The range is too tight, and the risk-reward just isn't there. I'd rather miss a move than get chopped up in a fake breakout.

One more thing—watch the dollar. It's been creeping higher all week, and if it breaks above 97.40, gold's going to feel the pressure even if the level holds. They're not perfectly correlated anymore, but when they move together, it's usually gold that gives way first.

Anyway, that's where my head's at. Levels, closes, and patience. Nothing fancy.

Look, most traders scroll past the H4 close like it's background noise. I just watched this one settle at $4,033. That locked in my entire US-session plan. Along with one level I will not trade through: $4,055.

Why that level? Three daily closes above it this month. July 22, July 26, July 29. Every single one got dragged back inside the range within 48 hours. Sound familiar? I got caught on the second one. Yeah, that one hurt. So now the rule is simple: no chase through $4,055. No exceptions.

Honestly? I've seen this pattern enough times to know better. But it's easy to talk yourself into it when price is ripping. You tell yourself, "This time it's different." It's not. It never is. So I sit on my hands until we get a clean rejection or a real breakout—not just a spike through the level. Know what I mean?

Most traders wait for gold to break support to enter. I do the opposite. And honestly? It's the single biggest reason my US-session win rate jumped from decent to stupid.

Gold's been stuck in this six-week range. You know the one. Weekly support sits at 3,960 to 4,000. Price tagged 3,960 on July 17 — got bought right back up to 4,006. Then it tagged 3,982 on July 20. Closed at 4,007. Every single dip into that zone got absorbed during New York hours. Not a single clean break.

Here's what I mean by sizing around it, not through it.

I don't put my short below 3,960 and pray for a range break. That's hoping, not trading. What I actually do is wait for price to drift into that 3,960–3,985 pocket, then I'm watching the one-minute tape for the first sign of a bid. A big buyer stepping in. A rejection wick. Something that tells me the sellers are done for the session.

Then I size up. Not down.

Most guys get this backwards. They think the closer to support, the closer to a breakout. I've seen it a thousand times — they load up on shorts right at 3,965, price bounces fifty bucks, and they're stopped out before lunch. Meanwhile I'm buying that same dip with a stop below 3,955 and a target back at 4,000.

The range is your friend. Until it isn't.

And when it finally does break — and it will, eventually — I'll be the first to flip. But I'm not going to sit there and guess which Tuesday that happens. I'll let the market show me. Until then, I'm buying the dips in New York and selling the rips in Asia. Every time.

Friday’s close came in at $4,047. That’s not just a number—that’s the line that separates a bull market from a bear trap. The old line in the sand was $2,650. Gold broke through it and never looked back. Now the battle is at $4,000. The price moved, sure. But the principle didn’t: the weekly close is still the verdict.

Range top? $4,080 to $4,150. Price tagged it twice, got rejected twice—and still, the weekly close won’t stick below $4,000. I’ve been staring at this all week, and honestly, it’s frustrating. You’d think after two rejections, we’d see some follow-through lower. Nope. Every time it dips, buyers just show up and shove it back up. Almost like they’re waiting for something.

Actually no, let me rephrase. It’s not "almost like"—it is exactly that. The market is waiting. The range top is defined, the range bottom is defined, and the weekly close is the only thing that actually matters right now. I’ve seen this pattern before, where price sits in a tight band and everyone’s guessing. Then one weekly close below $4,000 and suddenly all those buyers vanish. Or one close above $4,150 and the shorts start sweating.

But here’s the thing—price hasn’t made that move yet. So until it does, I’m treating $4,047 as the anchor. Everything above that, I lean bullish. Below that, I start to question the whole setup. That’s just how I trade it. Keep it simple. The weekly close is the verdict, and this week’s verdict is still out.