Mind and experiences, in posts.

For years I fantasized about writing a book and never got started. This is what happened when the first step was a single post.

Two full weeks lost in technical tasks while the book kept waiting. A bag of tangerines given away on a sidewalk one ordinary Sunday ended up moving something no benchmark could.

I had a personal brand that was comfortable, with years of history and plenty of printed material behind it. This is the story of why I let it go for one I hadn't even tested yet.

When inspiration turns into noise, the problem didn't come from inside. It came from outside, disguised as inspiration. A reflection on creative burnout and how clearing the load helps you get back to what's yours.

All identical, all lined up. Except one. A reflection on creativity, self-sabotage, and daring to be the Delft jug in the Bols window.

A disposable cup with two words becomes a metaphor for creativity and learning. On the drive to create, the humility of knowing we'll never know it all, and the value of always keeping the search alive.

A free-spirited father, 700 km away, and the certainty that when he was there, he was fully there. This post is about how the people who inspire us transfer something essential, and how that, over time, becomes the foundation of your own voice and identity.