It started with a heaviness in the chest. I told myself, and my family and friends, that it was just a cold. After a few days, my body ached, and I was feverish. Then I told everyone it was the flu. My denial continued: after a week, I called it a bad flu. But then my friend, who I’d seen three weeks prior, phoned and told me what I’d feared all along: he was sick with Covid. The timeline indicated I was as well. What happened next surprised me: the sickness just would not end. I got progressively worse for a week, then stayed on a plateau of discomfort. I isolated from friends and family. I drank all the liquids, took the few medicines that helped, and tried to sleep as much as possible. But the worst part—beyond the physical pain and the anxiety—was the boredom. There were so many hours, I felt as if I was in a type of purgatory. And the big projects I’d always wanted to handle—everyone wants to write a novel at some point, right? Well, maybe not everyone—were too demanding for the levels of energy I had. But, as always, I was determined to make the most out of the situation at hand. And by “make the most,” I mean making the most profit I could. The first thing I did was take care of all of the financial stuff I’d been ignoring. I reviewed my taxes for the last three years, and found I’d missed out on some IRA write offs. That meant I had to redo my taxes. There was other busywork, too, but I found that I was able to knock it out relatively quickly. But the next step I took was what made the type during my illness the most productive. I got reinvigorated by trading. I’d taken some time off as my job got busier and busier, but I found a new way to trade that was as entertaining as it was profitable. The answer was in Try2BFunded, which somehow made trading feel like a video game while also serving as a vital educational tool. In essence, Try2BFunded allowed me to trade without using my own capital as the pot. When I signed up, they told me I would have access to $100,000 to invest with. There was one catch, which ended up being a blessing: I had to prove I could handle it. Over the course of a few weeks, I learned the ins and outs of trading. All the stuff I’d forgotten, how to manage and mitigate risk, and how to find stocks that would grow consistently, or stocks I could get in and out of. It was the perfect refresher, and, I’d imagine, the perfect course for newbies. After I proved I could handle it, which took a few weeks, I started reaping the rewards. My take home was 60% of the profit. And, while it may not be the best medicine in the world, it sure made me feel better watching my bank account grow.