If you’re like me, you have the attention span of a squirrel. It started as far back as I can remember, when, in grade school, I had to be tricked into learning. It wasn’t until 4th grade when I had a teacher—shoutout to Mrs. Tardiff—who understood that I wasn’t dumb, I was just bored.

Her solution? Turn everything, from math to English to science, into a game. How she did it, I’m not exactly sure. She managed to make even the most banal into something that felt fun, yes, but also competitive.

Now, unfortunately, most jobs won’t let you turn them into a game. I’ve developed other ways of coping since 4th grade, but I’ve noticed that when I don’t have a direct overseer, I tend to get bored of anything in about five minutes.

With stock trading, it was more like two minutes. Most ways you can access the markets are incredibly dry. Scanning newspapers, watching talking heads bark, reading analyses by people I can barely understand. No matter what I tried, I ended up bored out of my mind.

That was a big problem, and here’s why: I was setting up my future self for financial undoing. I didn’t realize it quite yet, but I was drying out my retirement account.

When I met with a financial specialist, he pointed out that I was way off track for retirement. I needed to catch up—and badly.

He recommended I try prop trading, which I’d never heard of. Unfortunately, it’s a way of engaging with the stock market that’s wildly underreported.

After what felt like an endless searching process, I found a prop trader I liked. And the reason I liked it as almost childish.

Sure, Try2BFunded offered the best profit split of any prop trader I tried, but what I liked most was something that spoke to me instantly: it felt like playing a game, not doing homework.

Over a few weeks, I was able to build internal challenges—how much risk could I get away with? Could I expand my portfolio into uncharted sectors?—that helped me have even more fun.

But in the end it was Try2BFunded's system that kept me engaged with such regularity. Day in, day out, I put in an hour or two. Some days I woke up excited just to “play” and hit another level.

Now, I’m on a better track fiscally. Maybe one day I’ll make enough to give Mrs. Tardiff a little something back.