Its getting close to midnight, I'm running out of wine, but I can't help but to think about how crazy the last six months have been. The thoughts are not leaving me alone, and of course this will mean that sleep won't find me for a few hours still.
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In the 304 days I've been on this platform I've seen so many changes already. It has not even been a full year, and I've seen hardforks, whales come and go, the most enthusiastic of minnows give up, underdogs get ahead, and all kinds of possibilities that would make this sentence unreadably huge. The truth is that it feels like I've been Steeming for ages, but the number does not lie. It's only been 304 days.
Along this somewhat short road, I've also had my ups and downs. I've felt as if nothing could stop me, as if I was going to get my financial freedom once and for all, only to fall flat on my face the next month wondering how I'm going to cover the water bill. Starting in February, almost everything that I've lived, every single little triumph has been tainted with the realities of a market that won't stop punching me in the gut.
Some would say, I've accumulated the knowledge of a couple of lifetimes in a short time, and maybe, just maybe, that's true. But it does not mean the punches in the gut felt like life flirting with me, quite the opposite.
I've been begging for some sort of balance to take root, to make its appearance onto the scene and say "ENOUGH!!! let's give @meno a break" - and this past two days, just that might have finally happened. I won't reveal the news, just in case it does not come through, I would not want to jinx it, but I think that the financial Grimm Reaper won't get any closer.
Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that I've been investing, and I've been investing a lot. Not in money, not just in money, but in knowledge. Because I know that if I'm to come out the other side waving a shirt of victory in the air it won't be because of some dumb luck, but because I learned enough to make my way.
Good night my friends