This Feels Just Like 2017 - But That’s Good
It’s been a bit of time, blockchain. It’s been 10 months since I last posted. Time flies so damn fast. At first, I felt guilty for not posting. Once you invest a lot in something, and then you disappear, you do feel guilty, you feel fake. Then, I started focusing on life, on work, on other things and this simply started becoming a smaller part of my world. But it was always a living thing, in the back of my mind.
The longer the time between articles, the easier it is to forget about everything. One, week, one month, six months, and then you realize it’s been a year. You postpone it from one day to another, and the last thing you remember is that time has passed.
I know, I haven’t really been around lately - most of you probably don’t know me. I thought it has been less time but when I look back at my activity, something strikes me more than I’d like to. It’s guilt, it’s shame, it’s whatever. Truth to be told, I would have liked to have spent more time here.
Work
I’m a dickhead. It’s been 1 year and 6 months since the last SteemFest I attended. Since then, I probably wrote over 350 articles for my job, clients, and other bullshit. That’s almost one article a day. But I wrote nothing for this community.
I got a job right after SteemFest3 - good times. I learned Search Engine Optimization and marketing. I started building the foundation of a business and I managed to get some clients. I’m earning a nice sum of money but it never feels fulfilling enough. Something’s always missing.
I was never a writer. For as back as I can remember, I never really liked writing. I was tremendously bad at this. It always felt awkward to me, especially when it came to creative writing - which I still hate. But, at the same time, I always had ideas, opinions, views about the things surrounding me.
To be honest, that’s what this chain (Steem when I started, Hive now), represented to me. An environment where I can exchange ideas freely and have a decent audience. But, a lot of things changed since I joined back in 2017.
When I joined, everything felt full of hope. It felt like something big was coming our way and we were the few lucky basterds that noticed it. We felt special. It was a rather small community. Everybody knew everybody.
Then it came. It got us from behind, nobody fucking expected this. The Steem Backed Dollars (SBD) reached a high of about $13 on the 19th of December. Now, that’s a currency meant to be at $1 but it reached $13. We were all pretty happy, and rather rich.
A lot of us didn’t cash out the money. Sooner rather than later, a currency crash occurred. Bitcoin, the blessed token went from $20K to $8K in less than 3 weeks. And a lot lower afterward but y’all know the story already.
That’s when I realized that I need a fucking job, I need to make some money through means other than crypto to maintain my lifestyle.
The Fucking Future
It’s been a lot of time since then and now. I’m still the same fuck that likes to drink and swear. I still hate authority and I like to do things my way. But the more I get myself involved in other things, other businesses, the more I miss the community aspect of this shit.
If you never attended a SteemFest, you will never truly understand how nice it is to meet up with some strangers from the internet and feel like they are your family. It’s a feeling you can’t understand through the internet.
However, the more I look at the current situation, the more this feels like 2017 when I joined. This feels like you’re part of a small community of people and you are all working towards the same goal. It feels rather nice.
Now, I’ll try to spend more time around this shit if I can. And, I can, probably. So, to put it simply for those that still remember me, I’m fucking back ya’ll bastards.
May your beers always be cool.