I was looking at some photos the other day from when my first was just a few months old. It’s actually quite strange how your brain just completely edits out the sheer exhaustion of that period. I remember sitting on the living room rug, staring at this tiny human, and just feeling this overwhelming sense of… well, panic, I suppose. You read all the books before they arrive, and you think you have a plan. But then the reality sets in that you have to somehow fill twelve hours of awake time, every single day, with someone who can't even hold their own head up yet. It is a very…

I was looking at a storefront window the other day, or maybe it was just a really targeted ad online, I don't entirely remember. But it struck me how completely disconnected the luxury watch market has become from, well, actual reality. You see these incredible timepieces, and the craftsmanship is undeniable, but then you look at the price tag and it’s just… it’s the price of a small house in some places. I think a lot of people just sort of sigh and accept that they'll never own one, which is a bit depressing really. But then, on the other hand, there’s this entirely different side of the industry that…

I've been thinking a lot lately about how we interact with our digital canvases. It is strange, actually, how deeply attached you can get to a specific piece of hardware. When you spend hours every day staring at a screen, holding a plastic pen, the tool basically becomes an extension of your hand. So, when that tool starts to fail, or when you simply outgrow it, the process of replacing it is incredibly stressful. I remember the last time I had to upgrade my setup. I probably spent three weeks just reading specifications that, if I am being entirely honest, I only half understood. The market moves so fast. Now…

There is this very specific, almost universal moment of dread that I think most of us have experienced at least once. I know I have. You walk into your kitchen late at night, maybe just to get a glass of water, and you flip the light switch… and you see it. A shadow darts under the refrigerator. Or maybe it’s just a trail of tiny black dots moving methodically across the counter. It completely ruins the evening. Actually, it sort of ruins the whole week, because once you see one, you can't help but wonder how many you aren't seeing. It's funny, in a somewhat grim way, how something so…

Ik zat laatst te denken aan hoe ontzettend vermoeiend het eigenlijk is om een auto te verkopen. Tenminste, dat was mijn ervaring een paar jaar geleden. Of misschien is het al wat langer geleden, de tijd gaat soms zo merkwaardig snel. Je denkt van tevoren dat het een simpele kwestie is van een paar vlotte foto's online zetten en wachten tot de reacties binnenstromen, maar de realiteit is… nou ja, het is meestal gewoon een behoop gedoe. Mensen die afspraken maken en dan simpelweg niet komen opdagen, of die vreemde, ietwat ongemakkelijke onderhandelingen aan je eigen voordeur. Het voelt op een gegeven moment bijna als een soort ongewenste deeltijdbaan waar…

I’ve been thinking lately about how… inherently stressful the whole concept of lending really is. You know? You need money for something important—buying a house, starting a company, maybe just surviving a sudden emergency—and suddenly you have to prove your entire worth to a stranger in a suit. Or, even worse these days, to a completely faceless algorithm that doesn't know you at all. It’s a very weird power dynamic, I think. You almost feel guilty just for asking, even though borrowing is literally the engine of the entire modern economy. It’s a bit contradictory. We are constantly told to leverage our credit to build wealth, but the actual process…

I think most people who launch a website have this brief, fleeting moment of triumph. You finally hit publish, the domain is live, and you think, right, that’s it. The world will now flock to my page. But then a week goes by, or maybe a month, and you check your traffic analytics… and it’s just crickets. I remember sitting there staring at a dashboard once, completely baffled as to why a site I had spent weeks building was practically invisible. It’s a very isolating feeling, honestly. You realize pretty quickly that building the thing is only about ten percent of the work. The rest is just… well, trying to…

Het is eigenlijk een heel merkwaardig fenomeen, als je er echt even goed over nadenkt. Iemand wordt vijftig jaar. Dat is op zichzelf natuurlijk al een behoorlijke mijlpaal, een moment waarop mensen vaak toch even de balans opmaken, denk ik. En wat doen we in Nederland en Vlaanderen om dit toch ietwat confronterende moment te vieren? We zetten in het holst van de nacht een gigantische, met lucht gevulde pop in de voortuin van het slachtoffer. Zodat niet alleen de familie, maar ook de buren, de postbode en toevallige voorbijgangers precies weten dat deze persoon een halve eeuw oud is geworden. Ik herinner me nog goed dat een oom van…

It is actually a bit of a paradox when you really stop and think about it. We live in this incredibly fast-paced, constantly connected world, and we absorb all this stress into our shoulders and our lower backs. So, logically, we decide we need to unwind. We book a spa appointment. But if you live in or visit Los Angeles, the very act of trying to relax is, in itself, an intensely stressful endeavor. I was thinking about this the other day. You schedule an hour of deep tissue work to get rid of a tension headache. But to get to the clinic or the day spa, you have to…

It is a funny thing about empty space. The moment you have it, you fill it. I think it is practically a law of physics at this point. You buy a house with a two-car garage, and within three years, you are parking your cars in the driveway because the garage is full of holiday decorations, old exercise equipment you swear you'll use again, and boxes of things you can't quite bring yourself to throw away. It just creeps up on you. Or, if you run a business, it is even worse. You start a retail store, and suddenly seasonal inventory is taking up the breakroom. You are managing a…