My first time at Shiraz Jardin des Vins is less awkward than I would expect as a sober person. The friendly waitress knows what’s up: Coca Cola goes in a wine glass.

Someone in the house, who shall remain nameless, is in the kitchen on the phone absolutely GAH-RILLING the sales person trying to sell her a membership to the gym she’s been trialing (and loving), and I feel… SORRY for that boy.

Said goodbye to Erik Vermeer yesterday. I’ve had a transformative experience working with him. “If you want to do something but you’re scared, do it scared.”

There’s something endearing about the simplicity of being a man of quotes, especially since he’s one of such complexity.

I gave him “Doppelgänger” (a misspelling I refuse to repeat). Into the endless mirror world, the perpetual, dialectic nuance, is where our conversations often led. Naomi’s writing seems fitting. I hope I’ll see him again.

Neither of my in-laws know how to accurately pronounce the word “vegan”.

Finally got my hands on a copy of this beautiful book by my name sibling Zindzi. Beautiful day in de Bijlmer to buy it. Can’t wait to dive in!

It’s nice to be a part of a church family that I get to miss.

I never knew until this morning’s LinkedIn doomscrolling how fiercely I reject the act of labeling one’s own words as “food for thought”.