This spring, everything is bursting out of me—blog ideas, images, ideas for my website. I'm creating, learning, shaping, almost faster than I can keep up with myself. Sometimes I have to pause, breathe, and remind myself: everything is fine. This is what growing looks like. One moment at a time.
Learning Korean brings me so much joy. It’s not just fun—it’s a way to keep restoring and strengthening my brain, step by step.
AI supports my creativity, helps me stay organized, and is even a quiet partner in our family life—helping our son carve out his own place in the world. Along the way, it has also become something I reflect on and share about in my writing.

This summer, I married the love of my life. We exchanged vows in the Van Goghkerkje in Nuenen—a little church that once stood surrounded by whispering fields, now a central spot and a beloved tourist attraction. Even with the world bustling around it, that day felt still and sacred, like a quiet pause in time just for us.
Now, we’re stepping into the most growth-filled, love-fueled chapter of my life. Relationships take work—and I’m here for all of it: the conversations that stretch you, the silences that heal you, and the daily choice to show up with an open heart.

Thankfully, I'm finding more and more ways to recover from my fall in France.
My interest in biohacking—and an earlier autism diagnosis—had already made me aware of how important it is to care for the brain.
Now, I'm diving deeper into the subject: simple tools, lifestyle shifts, supplements, a support system, and some less conventional paths like the Harmonic Egg—and a whole lot of everyday magic.

I just released my Dutch music album. It feels surreal—like holding a piece of my soul in my hands. I should be celebrating, riding the wave, maybe even dreaming up the next song.
But instead, I’m flat on my back. Literally. A vicious fall down a staircase in Brittany cut my summer short—and everything else along with it. The creative flow, the plans, the normal rhythms of life… all stopped.
I don’t know how long it will take to get back on my feet. But I know this isn’t the end of my story.