Reflecting on everyday life in a few words. From my perspective.

Isn‘t it odd that our sun, the single most influential and essential factor for life on earth, receives almost no credit from today’s major religious movements?

Fun fact monday: Ferrero, the manufacturer of the infamous Nutella hazelnut spread, purchases one-quarter of the global hazelnut harvest each year.

Raising a child is hard, especially today. And tomorrow. And probably the day after tomorrow, too.

One year ago, we spent three weeks on the Azores. With our then five- and one-year-old kids, the trip was challenging and exhausting—and is one of my fondest and most cherished memories so far.

I don’t need motivational or inspirational posters on my wall.

Instead, I watch our Clematis montana as it stretches toward the sky, climbing the rope inch by inch, all the while sprouting new leaves and nourishing butterflies with its vibrant blooms.

Approximately 4,000 weeks. That’s how long I’ll live (statistically)—make ’em count.

Once again, we just had free, fair and secret elections. This can not be emphazied enough.

A few days ago, I had a million-dollar idea. Maybe.

Some days, you just try to get from one cappuccino to the next.

It’s fascinating how people’s attitudes to punctuality differ.

Even with two kids, we are usually plus/minus two minutes ‘on time’. We don’t compromise to achieve this. It’s an essential part of our organization and logistics.

Time is the most valuable thing each one of us has. I try to respect other people’s time.

Seven hours. That’s the amount of sleep I need to function… pretty well. It’s way less than how long I would sleep without kids, though.

Add another seven for work, and seven more for family life organization. That’s 21 hours to keep it all running, and leaves up to three hours a day to spend however I want.

That right there. That’s privilege. Prosperity. And when I’m old and wrinkled, I’ll reflect on how I spent those three hours every day.

Water falling from the sky is great. Seriously. I don’t mind. You do you.

But… what’s the point of doing it for two weeks straight? And why the fuck can’t you stick to your schedule like everybody else!?

Back in my second hometown. Feeling nostalgic.

Living in the old town is something special. You just walk out the door, and everything meaningful is a five-minute stroll away—like locally roasted coffee or homemade pie.

Taking some time off with the kids (5 and 1). Planning and logistics are so crucial to make relaxing holidays actually possible. I don’t think childless couples realize that.

A few more years and it will be much easier. Well, at least the logistics part.

I rely way too much on random peoples cranky opinion.