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It was November 4th, 2025. I remember the exact moment because time has a funny way of making certain scenes into your soul like a tattoo you didn't choose but can't regret. I was sitting at Canberra Airport, the hum of international travelers buzzing around me like distant bees.

My flight back home was via Sydney, and there I was, slumped in one of those cozy chairs, staring out at the tarmac. The sky was that crisp Australian blue. I was plotting my future plans. That's what occupied my mind that day. Big ones, bold ones. The kind that makes your chest tighten with equal parts excitement and terror.

I'd been in Australia for a work stint; the projects are over, and I have no more plans to continue, but you never know. Maybe I like that country more for content creation, chasing collaborations that felt like they could redefine my blogging world.

Now I am back in India but feel a world away, with its bustling streets and the familiar chaos of home. It feels like yesterday, but now, as I sit here on February 1st, 2026, three months later I have been testing, twisting, and transforming plans.

December cracked the facade, insurance hell and questioning everything. My scooter RC lost, Video blues, new community not yet found. Three months? In Canberra my ups taught flight, downs, graceful landings. Here? The chaos and the crowded streets make me want to stay inside the house.

Emotions layered weary wonder and fierce hope. Future? Feels like more words, walks, and wins and losses, of course; one can't avoid them.

January jolts a positive professional change, pivots, and personal revelations. The New Year brought resets. Speem Videos strategies, I wish they allowed affiliate links. Are you reading, @alejos7ven?

Sometimes emotional anger flares, "Why me?" But my walks became therapy, observing life, breathing deep, releasing fury, and Mother Nature.

Revelation came in mid-January; everything that I thought was mysterious wasn't as bad, so I have started to find something positive amid negativity of the worst kind. Plans evolve; I have done that. I shifted from travel to blending stories on downs, built empathy, and on ups and gratitude, even on lows, it all helps.

Loves, losses, and lessons and emotions aren't solo, but people color them that way. I have tested bonds in the last three months. A couple of blogging friends drifted away; maybe the price of Steem took them away.

One afternoon, I grabbed my scooter for solace. Midway to Haridwar, it slipped on a wet road. I guess new tires in pouring rain and slippery mud. A passing driver helped me to the nearby nursing home. Nothing serious, though, because I drove back home on my own.

That moment cracked me open. Grateful for strangers' kindness, I reached home safe, still journaling; the lesson is that even the downs give birth to quiet strength. Joy in small things, taught self-love, new online community, travel, photos, not sure as yet.

February 1st, 2026, is three months on the grateful horizon, not all plans panned out, but better ones will be born. Ups taught flight; downs, landing. Emotions? Layered, wise, weary, wondrous. Future? Open. Blog on, walk on, videos love on, and for sure my traveling goes on.

Steem on guys! All the best!!!

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