Category: Life

Fatherhood Means Showing Up—Always

Being a father means you can’t remember the last time you slept well, but you can instantly tell the difference between “I’m crying because I fell” and “I’m crying because the juice was in the wrong cup.”

It means you’ve become an expert on strollers, thermometers, cartoons, and toddler mood swings—
even though you once dreamed of being a rock star. Or at least sleeping in until 9.

I’ve got four of them. Yes, on purpose. No, I’m not crazy. Well, not completely.

Every Day Teaches You Something New

Every single day, I learn something new about myself.
Like the fact that I can read the same book out loud 12 times in a row.

Or that I’m capable of not murdering someone who wakes me up at 5:40 AM with, “What if a zebra had a cucumber for a tail?”

That I can love these tiny humans beyond reason— and still daydream about just 15 minutes alone in my forest cave.

Being a Dad Isn’t a Title—It’s Presence

A dad isn’t a “hero,” or a “provider,” or the “head of the family.”
A dad is someone who’s there. Every day. Sometimes in slippers. Sometimes hanging by a thread.
But there.

So here’s to every father who’s holding it together.
Who didn’t run. Who isn’t performing for social media.
Even if it feels like everything is held together by duct tape and caffeine.

Happy Father’s Day.

No time to write. And thank goodness.

While some are posting daily wins, life is happening here. Full, rich, and in motion.

Family. Business. Friends. Surfing. Coffee. Sleep. Autumn. A random heart-to-heart in the kitchen.

The cherry on top — the kids

And the cherry on this multi-layered cake — the kids. Small, loud, funny.

There are a hundred drafts locked away, a business model I won’t pitch to investors, and an almost-finished essay about how everything works. All of it will wait. For now, there’s a child on my lap saying: “Dad, let’s build a rocket!”

And here’s what I’ll tell you: I’ll build the rocket. The post can wait.

What really matters right now

Writing can wait. But one day they’ll grow up — and won’t ask anymore.

So, for now, no posts. But with love. You’re still here — don’t go missing ❤️

During my first weeks in Sydney, I often felt like I was living through a glossy-life rehearsal. Everyone smiles, sips lattes, walks barefoot on the grass, and discusses Ayurveda with the same expression they’d use for a Deloitte audit.

The surfer who traded banking for the waves

I met a surfer named Trev. He said he used to work in a bank but then felt the energy of the waves and left. We were drinking smoothies when he asked for my zodiac sign. When I told him I was a Taurus, he replied: Well, that explains a lot. To this day, I still don’t know what.

The digital nomad on a scooter

At a friend’s barbecue, I met an older guy — a retired programmer now living in a van. He told me he invested in Bitcoin back in 2013 but lost it all on Dogecoin. Still, he was perfectly happy and called himself a digital nomad. Then he rode off from the party on a scooter.

The festival of drumming vibrations

I accidentally ended up at a festival of drumming vibrations (don’t ask — I thought it was a music event), where they handed me a mat and asked me to listen with my spine. I lasted 12 minutes before escaping with the excuse that I had an energy allergy.

The dietitian with a food philosophy

At the beach, I met a dietitian. She told me that meat is karma in protein form and that she only eats moonlight and chia seeds. We went to a café, and she ordered fluoride-free water and a carbon-neutral salad. I ordered pizza and instantly became a man of the past in her eyes.

The blockchain for crystals

At a startup event in Surry Hills, I met a guy building a blockchain to track fake crystals. His pitch was convincing — I even added him on LinkedIn. A week later, he moved to Bali in search of truth.

The retiree who wanted a beautiful ending

I met a retiree from Tasmania who told me he had moved to Sydney to die beautifully. He threw rooftop parties that always began with the words: “Let’s party as if this is the last time!” And he always had the best music.

Final thoughts: Sydney, a city that defies explanation

That’s how I remember Sydney — a place where you can start your morning with Ayurveda and end your day riding a scooter into the sunset, still unsure what it was all about.
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