Writing
Finding a routine that propels you forward
I wake up each morning at 5:45. By seven I head out the door, get on the train, and go to work. I usually get back home in the evening between 7 and 7:30, rarely later. I have a four-hour daily commute and if you see me on the train I'm doing one of three things: writing, reading, or designing.
To smile and be bold
Why don't you say something? Why don't you share something? Events in recent weeks has led me back to this blank page, to write about what I know and don't know. An unacknowledged but deeply felt fear that I've had, for not being perfect, for not writing things the right way, for not showing you the most pixel-perfect designs, the fear that I am somehow lesser than what I have in my mind.
A Raucous Life
Crazy. Lovable. Intense. Genuine. Impulsive. Creative. Attention-seeking. Sweet. There’s so many ways to describe Daniel. We first met at a bar in Amsterdam called Prik. Daniel approached me because he thought I was 17 years old. After later discovering I was in fact 26, Daniel said: “The bar must have been very dark.” Shortly after meeting, Daniel introduced me to the rest of his friends. All of his friends were normal, unlike him. What a surprise!