I LEARNED TO CENTRE THE CLAY The first time I sat at a potter's wheel, the lump of clay wobbled and I panicked. I pushed harder, chased every sway with my hands, and in a flash, the whole thing flew sideways and slapped against the splash tray. The teacher leaned over and said something I still hear… Brace your elbows on your knees… Keep your hands still, and let the wheel do the work. The wobble isn't a problem to fight… It's the clay finding its middle. Holding $XRP has felt like that wheel. Every sway in the market used to send my hands chasing it, and every chase made the wobble worse. Now I brace, I keep my reasons steady, and give the spin, time to settle. The clay never needed my panic… It needed still hands, and a little faith in the wheel.