Right before coming to Uganda, I lived in Utrecht again for a couple months. In a lovely house, with cats and plants and the 8-o'clock news. I had a really nice job in which I got to learn and experiment while doing the thing I love best, which is serving people through making the lives... Continue Reading →
Long-distance relationships. I don't like the term. Because the connotation just sounds so negative. Like distance is the only thing defining that relationship. What is a long distance anyways? Because it's all so relative. I think you can experience more distance with someone sitting across from you at the kitchen table compared to someone on... Continue Reading →
I just came home. I went out for a coffee with a friend. A sister. We resisted the coffee and cake part and drank some healthy juices instead. It's a simple hour of fellowship and trusting ourselves into the hands of God. As we sit in the quiet restaurant, it's a time in which my... Continue Reading →
It's a Thursday evening. Only 101 days left of my writing project. So I'd better make them count, huh? I'm listening to some Norah Jonas music. The power is off tonight. It went off a bit after 6. I'd just finished making a salsa for tomorrow's girls night and then the blender stopped working. C'est... Continue Reading →
What is love? What is it really? I woke up at 6 am today. Didn't even need my alarm clock. Just to remember that I had two Skype dates. One with three lovely girls in South America. One coming up with a friend in Norway. All camp people, therefore the love is endless. It's been... Continue Reading →
My sleeping pattern has shifted. For the better I must say. In a Dutch winter it's impossible to get out of bed before 7 or 8, but here isn't so much of an issue. I wake up without an alarm around 6 or 6.30. I especially love the mornings when I look at my phone... Continue Reading →
"Did you realize that last week was your half birthday? You're now 24,5 years old" a special someone told me yesterday. I honestly forgot. Completely. Last Sunday, April 2nd, was my half birthday. I don't really think half birthdays are a big thing, but it also means that I was half way with my blog.... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday evening. I am watching Call the Midwife on BBC one. The intro of the series starts with an opening from diary of a midwife. "Chapter 1. Why did I even start this?" It's exactly the thought that I have been having during the past week. I wasn't feeling well, didn't have much energy and didn't really have any inspiration. But this weekend I also saw some special friends that I hadn't seen a long while. Most of them I hadn't seen since I started this blog, but quite a few of them have been following my stories to my surprise. Some asked me how I managed to keep it up. The answer came to me somewhere on the walk through the city. It takes practice. The practice of love and loyalty.
Giving advice. I don't know how I feel about it. I have friends who ask for advice. What do I say? I try not to overthink it, but I also want to carefully consider my answers. Sometimes I hope don't take what I say to seriously, but it does come from a good heart. Having said that, I am currently writing up some notes into a coherent document with ideas about leadership.