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.

Lack of motivation isn't laziness: it's information. And that moment when everything clicks and you lose track of time isn't a coincidence either. This post is about learning to listen to the internal signals that tell you when you've arrived and when you're not there yet.

There's a moment when something inside you says enough, and another when you finally press the button. This post is about that in-between space: the fear, the doubt, and the decision to start over when everything familiar no longer feels like enough.