What began as a conversation about emotional rest slowly became a conversation about responsibility, family, quiet worries, and the surprisingly ordinary ways we stop ourselves from truly resting. There is something special about a Friday afternoon. Fruitloop asked me which day of the week makes me happiest, and I didn’t even have to think about…
How a full weekend, an afternoon nap, a bike ride, and a quiet evening on the sofa reveal what real rest looks like. Sometimes a conversation begins with one question and quietly answers another. This one started with “rest in a busy life.” But beneath that was something more familiar: how do you keep going…
Sometimes a conversation about digital rest becomes a conversation about family dinners, WhatsApp messages, football matches, and the strange way our phones have quietly moved into almost every corner of ordinary life. Digital rest sounds simple. Put the phone down. Switch off. Take a break. But ordinary life is rarely that simple. When we started…
It was already very hot outside. Not just warm, but the kind of hot where the air feels heavy before you even move. I think it was close to forty degrees, maybe more in the sun, and I had seen the heatwave on the news the evening before. When Fruitloop told me it was cold…
It was close to thirty degrees, and I was sitting outside with the good weather around me. There was a little music in the background because my daughter had a friend over, and honestly, it felt right. She had finished her last written exam that day, four hours of economics and law, after four hours…
I was good that day. Very good, actually. I was at home, and it was raining on her side, so of course Fruitloop thought, oh no, then she cannot go running. But I had already checked the weather app and gone the evening before, so that was okay. Here, my evening was not yet decided….
Some weekends leave me feeling as if I have been everywhere at once, even though I never went very far. Last weekend was one of those. It was busy, but in a good way. A friend came to visit, a French woman I met during my treatment years ago. We became friends through something neither…
There are weekends that feel long before they even begin. By Friday evening I was already carrying towels from one room to another, opening doors, closing doors, checking who was sleeping over and who was suddenly staying for lunch without warning me first. Fruitloop laughed when I told her about it, but by Sunday I…
The weather had been behaving strangely for weeks, and everybody seemed to have a different opinion about it. One application promised sunshine, another storms, another wind. Even Fruitloop laughed about it because she remembered I’d been checking the forecast almost obsessively before the flea market. We only finished preparing the car at nine in the…
I already knew before the weekend even started that I would be tired. At work I was covering colleagues who were on holiday, and for two weeks it would continue like that. Four mailboxes to manage, different countries, different offices, different people asking for things at the same moment. Spain maybe open, maybe closed. France…
