Talking Crypto with Friends - Part 1 - Cabin in the Woods

Almost three and a half years ago, in May 2017, I was at a pretty low point in my life. And let's be honest, not for the first time.

I had finished University 10 years before. Now I was 35, single, without a job ( the latter a conscious choice ), with no house to live in and I had almost run out of money.

Two months prior to this moment, I had returned from the Canary Islands. After 6 months of healthy air, meditation, lots of exercise, nice weather and an abundance of space, I was feeling pretty ZEN. Even though the zombie film project that I had been working on out there hadn't gone according to plan, I was finally at peace again, was hearing my inner voice again.

That was back in March though. It was May now. Two months had passed and I had already lost all of my ZEN-vibes. The system and the Netherlands, as well as drama in my family seemed to drain me day by day. I was depressed and hoped that my creativity and some alone time in a place that approximated nature ( not easy in The Netherlands ) might give me back some of that ZEN.

Cabin in The Woods

It was May 2017 and I decided to return to a cabin in a bungalow park surrounded by 'nature'. A place where, back in 2013, I had spent two months ( when I was in a similar state of mind ).

In case it wasn't clear to you yet, I was feeling very low, down in a hole.

_{Love [this song](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytPQYkpkzsA) 'down in the hole' by James Taylor and its [lyrics](https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jamestaylor/downinthehole.html) ( you might want to give it a listen after reading )}

It wasn't all darkness though...

That same month, when I felt desperate enough to sell a big chunk of my DVD collection ( tough for somebody who studied film ) for some measly euros, I suddenly got a pleasant surprise: The tax return from my last job.

A little over 3000 euros.

This happened just after I had learnt about crypto.

Talking about timing!

TO BE CONTINUED...

The image above my post, a Photo by Spencer Selover from Pexels approaches the way I felt back then.