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From Korean Boxing Drama to a Chicken Obsession: A Peek Into My Mind (and Life)

Thu, 09 Apr 2026 19:50:35 GMT

From Korean Boxing Drama to a Chicken Obsession: A Peek Into My Mind (and Life)

What I never expected about myself is that I’d end up watching a Korean series about boxing. I’m usually the type who goes for sweet, romantic K-dramas, especially if Kang Ha-neul or Gong Yoo is in the lead. The kind of shows that are so unrealistic you just sit there thinking, this would never happen in real life. Crash Landing on You (not starring either of them) is still my all-time favorite. Super romantic.

Still, I wanted to give something different a shot. So about half a year ago (maybe longer), I started watching Bloodhounds season 1 on Netflix. It’s honestly such a great show, so I was really happy when season 2 came out. The tension, the action… it’s intense. I won’t give any spoilers, but it definitely keeps you on the edge of your seat. And when a show can do that to me, I know it’s a keeper.

One thing that does annoy me a little, though, is that one of the main characters (especially in season 2) cries a lot. I don’t know… I’m just not really into that. Crying men aren’t exactly my thing. So if that bothers you too, Bloodhounds 2 might not be for you.

The scene that stuck with me the most is when someone dies in season 1. I actually teared up. It was emotional and really well done. What stands out most overall is the friendship between the two boxers. You really see that bond grow, and honestly, Koreans do that so well. Respect.

As for whether season 1 is better than season 2… I honestly can’t say. They’re both good. You’ll have to judge for yourself.

Getting Lost in Virgin River

And then there’s Virgin River. I was obsessed. I even wanted all the books. But then there’s always a break between seasons, and somehow you fall out of it for a while. That’s exactly what happened to me.

About two weeks ago, I “jumped back in,” as I like to call it, and I’m so glad I did. Because FINALLY, Brie and Brady are back together. They are my absolute favorite couple. I could honestly just follow their storyline every single day.

That said, there are definitely things that don’t make sense, especially medically (according to my best friend). I watched a scene with CPR and… let’s just say it didn’t look very accurate.

What makes this show so addictive for me are the characters. Some are annoying, some are sweet, some are just awful. You always have an opinion about them, and that’s what keeps it interesting. I also like how diverse the cast is. The storylines flow nicely into each other. Sometimes it’s a bit predictable, but there’s always something happening that adds a twist.

Before I became team Brie & Brady, I was team Mel & Jack. Especially in the beginning, when they were just discovering their feelings… so sweet. When they finally got together? Yep, I cried. It took forever. Almost on K-drama level haha.

That said, I wouldn’t want to live in that town myself. Way too much gossip for me. But as an escape? Perfect. It’s one of those shows that lets you completely switch off for a bit.

Pool Party Chaos (and Coffee for Mom)

Besides the things I enjoy, my daughters have their own activities too. My oldest was invited to her best friend’s pool party at the Zandzee in Bussum.

It was so much fun. I went along to help my best friend, because honestly, handling that many kids alone? No way.

We started with singing and opening presents. Then came the changing rooms… total chaos, as you can imagine. But fun chaos.

And after that: our time. We grabbed coffee in the cafeteria while keeping an eye on the kids swimming and playing. Honestly, perfect.

I’d definitely recommend this kind of party. The Zandzee is affordable, easy to oversee, and you’re not constantly running after the kids.

Also, my daughter paid for half of her gift herself, using money from her savings. We paid the other half. It’s one of those little moments where you can teach your child about money and how much things actually cost.

Little Miss Singing Lessons ��

Then there’s my youngest (she’s turning 6 in April… how is that even possible?): little miss singing lessons.

She loves to sing. And yes, she also tells me I can’t sing. Sweet, right? But always with a big grin.

She has lessons once every two weeks. The time isn’t ideal (6:30 PM), but it does give her a nice break from everything.

Her teacher is great. Really patient and gives her full attention, which I think is so important. She sings all kinds of songs: Alle dieren in het bos, Golden, Soda Pop, I Am a Gummy Bear, Arabian Nights, Hupsakee, and of course K3 songs.

And yes… this is kind of my fault… but she can also sing the chorus of P.I.M.P.. Thankfully, she has no idea what it means. And most people just laugh about it, including her teacher.

One thing I found a bit nerve-wracking at first was whether I was hearing it right. As a mom, you tend to think your child is amazing. But luckily, her teacher agrees that she has talent.

She’s the youngest student and gets piano guidance during lessons, which helps her learn different pitches. It’s such a beautiful process to watch.

She already memorized lyrics quickly, but now it’s even faster. And I can really see her confidence growing, which is so important.

My goal? To show her what music can do for you. Music helps you relax, process emotions, let things out. I honestly can’t imagine life without it.

My Curry Experiment (With a Twist)

Last week I had one of those small, happy moments. I made a curry using a fresh meal kit from Lidl, but I never really like the sauce packets that come with those.

So I decided to look up a better curry sauce. Only problem: I didn’t have any ketjap.

So… I improvised. I swapped it for soy sauce.

And wow. It turned out so good. Seriously.

The next day, my oldest asked, “What are we having for dinner?” When I said we’d figure it out, she was genuinely disappointed we weren’t having that curry again.

That’s honestly one of the best compliments you can get as a mom.

You might be thinking, soy sauce in curry? But trust me, it worked.

My (Slight) Chicken Obsession

And then… one of my many obsessions: chicken.

Seriously, it’s the most versatile meat out there. I could eat it every day. Stuffed chicken, chicken quiche, soup, sandwiches… all of it.

Sometimes we go to Kippie in our town. Highly recommend it. We usually get five plain drumsticks and five spicy ones. My oldest and I go for spicy, the youngest sticks with plain.

And yes… we’ll just eat that. No vegetables, no carbs. Just chicken. Because who decided you have to eat those things every day? Nothing is mandatory. Just do what feels right. That’s my motto.

For me, 2.5 drumsticks is a full meal. And the best part? We often have leftovers for the next day. I’ll turn it into pulled chicken or something else, and it ends up being really budget-friendly too.

Writing, Growing, and My Book

Finally, my book: Unleash the Dragon.

I’ve written 71 pages so far, and I’m really proud of that. My goal is to write faster. And no, I don’t use ChatGPT to write my books. It wouldn’t feel like my story anymore.

For grammar and spelling, though? Super helpful.

Recently, I started using the dictation feature in Word, and it’s honestly a lifesaver. I used it for this blog too. I can express so much more now, and it feels more natural.

It’s definitely not perfect. Sometimes the sentences come out weird, or the words are completely off. Maybe I’m not speaking clearly enough? No idea. But I always edit everything myself anyway. And usually, I end up adding even more.

I made a deal with myself to write one page a day. That doesn’t always happen, but with dictation, it’s much easier. You literally see your pages grow.

The characters in my book are developing more and more, and the pace is picking up. It’s definitely a story you have to pay attention to, because a lot is happening.

What I hope people will say when they read it:
“Yeah, I can really picture this. So well written.”

And honestly… this book feels different. I truly believe it can go further than just my website or self-publishing.

I’m going for it. I’ll keep you posted.

Electric Bikes, Chardonnay & Chaos: A Night Out in Huizen

Tue, 24 Mar 2026 20:27:23 GMT

Electric Bikes, Chardonnay & Chaos: A Night Out in Huizen ��

After leaving the party scene behind us for a while (for personal reasons), my best friend and I thought: it’s been way too long, let’s go! And so we did. We had planned this for quite some time, so we were really looking forward to it. We were both super happy, and I was slightly hyper, which meant I got that familiar “what am I going to wear?” excitement again.

I had bought an insanely cute suede skirt from the online shop Inspee, and paired it with a black top with a small turtleneck, a jacket (borrowed from my daughter), and brown boots. In my opinion: the perfect outfit. Later on, we discovered that my jacket perfectly matched the curtains at Riva Wijnlounge in Huizen, and honestly, that alone had me laughing so hard. Some things just suddenly stand out. Those curtains were probably there for ages, but because I was wearing that pattern, it caught my eye instantly.

We didn’t hesitate long about where to go since it’s super close by. Around 8:20 PM, I biked over to my bestie’s place, where I had a delicious espresso first (coffee addicts, obviously). After that, we headed to Riva Wijnlounge together.

But on the way there, we suddenly heard a girl crying. Of course, we decided to check it out, maybe she needed help. But guess what? She was trying to scare someone, prank them. She was literally hitting her own knees to make them look red so that person would believe she had fallen. I am not kidding you. As a mom, I found that pretty bizarre. Thankfully, nothing was actually wrong, but somehow, we always run into something unusual, and this night was no exception.

Back to Riva: being so close is ideal, especially since we are moms with electric bikes, so you get everywhere ridiculously fast. When we arrived, we already knew what we wanted: a Chardonnay (delicious, highly recommend). Within no time, we were laughing out loud again. Honestly, I’m surprised we never get kicked out, but hey, someone has to bring the energy, right?

Our evenings never start quietly. We talk a lot, and the jokes start flying across the table almost immediately. Since I was still pretty full from dinner, I told my bestie we should wait a bit before ordering a snack board, so we postponed that.

The service was quick, and they came over to ask if we wanted to taste the wine (since we ordered a bottle), but I immediately replied, quick as always, “no need, we’ve already tasted it.” And just like that, the tone for the evening was set.

We did notice it was fairly busy for a Saturday night, we’ve experienced it differently before. For a moment, we thought maybe there was live music, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. They were playing Dutch party music the whole time, which, in my opinion, was a bit of a downside, but hey, everyone has their own taste.

The best thing about having such a good friend by your side is that you can literally talk about anything. You can have deep, serious conversations, but also laugh endlessly, and to me, that’s the definition of true friendship.

One thing we found pretty hilarious: someone behind the bar suddenly kept staring at us out of nowhere, like we were two criminals. Maybe he’ll read this and remember us. Moments like that instantly turn into inside jokes (which we have a lot of, by the way).

There were actually very few people we commented on that night. Also, the bartender who once told us (after our ninth Merlot) that it was “probably enough” wasn’t working that evening, which might have been for the best, otherwise I definitely would’ve had a response ready.

If I’m being completely honest, there’s not that much going on in Huizen when it comes to nightlife, which I find a bit of a shame. If you really want a fun night out, you’re better off going to Bussum or Hilversum. I do hope that changes in the future, because personally, I feel like it’s something that’s missing.

The weather that night was dry and not too cold, which was definitely a plus.

Now for the downside of the evening. At 10:10 PM, I asked if we could still order a snack board, and the response I got was that the kitchen would close at 10:30. In my head, I thought: that still leaves twenty minutes… but I kept that thought to myself. It’s not the first time Riva has been a bit “difficult.” You also shouldn’t walk in between 11 and 12 PM expecting to order drinks, because they might tell you they’re no longer serving (yes, I’ve experienced that too). Maybe it’s just me, but sometimes I get the feeling, depending on who’s working, that they’re ready to call it a night early. But hey, who am I? Just someone writing a review based on her experience.

I think this might have been the last time we had drinks here. Maybe we’ll come back if there’s something special going on, or during the day to sit on the terrace in the sun, but it won’t be a regular thing. Which is a shame, because the wine they serve really is good.

We didn’t head home too late. We biked back to my place and ended up continuing the night in my garden until 2:00 AM, enjoying our own drinks and snack board. Wherever we go, we bring the party with us.

But still, if I had to summarize this night in one word: T.O.P.

The Card I Pull Every Morning (and Why It Changes My Day)

Mon, 16 Mar 2026 21:14:17 GMT

The Card I Pull Every Morning (and Why It Changes My Day)

What many people might not know about me is that I pull affirmation cards every day. I call it a good start to the day.

I think I started doing it a few years ago, but I’ve been doing it consistently for about a year now. When I first began, I saw it as making a small wish, and honestly, that’s still how it feels to me today. It gives me a positive start to the day and it helps me let go.

I’ve never been skeptical about it, and you definitely don’t have to be paranormal to do something like this. I once came across Willemijn Welten, an author who created these cards, and I thought: why not try it? I couldn’t think of a single reason not to, so I did.

My first impression was simple: wow, this fits me. I like this. It makes me think. Yes, I want to do this more often.

My Small Morning Ritual

I have a little ritual when I pull the cards. First, I ask:

“Dear and beautiful Universe, what should I focus on today? What do I need?”

Then I shuffle the deck four times and pull a random card. I always write down in my notebook which cards I pulled. Some cards also include questions, and I answer those immediately.

What I find really special, and I truly don’t believe in coincidence, is that I usually pull two cards that perfectly complement each other. Almost like yin and yang.

Interpreting the message is quite simple. I read the text on the card and think about the present moment or something that recently happened in my life. Often, I suddenly get a small brainwave, a new insight that I can actually use.

It makes me creative. I’m someone who prefers thinking in solutions rather than focusing on the negative side of things.

Sometimes a card doesn’t seem to fit my day right away. When that happens, I might pull another card, but honestly, that’s rarely necessary. So far, the cards always seem to make sense eventually. I think it also depends on how you choose to interpret them.

What the Cards Taught Me

One thing I’ve learned about myself is that when I skip this ritual, my day often feels messy. I’m not really in the flow. It feels like something is missing.

But when I start my day positively and let my mind do its work, I usually end up having a really beautiful day.

Let me give you an example from today: March 16, 2026.

I didn’t pull a card immediately this morning because I decided to first do some household chores and grocery shopping. After that, I went for a walk with a former colleague and our dogs. For me, that’s relaxation. You get to talk, catch up, and at the same time you’re moving your body.

When I got home, I pulled two cards.

The first one said: YES .
The second one told me I needed me-time .

The YES card was about asking yourself: when was the last time you truly said YES to something? And it reminded me that I should do that more often.

For me, me-time means writing, working on my story, recording for Spotify, and writing my blogs.

So I started writing, and in doing so I fully said YES to it.

But something interesting happened that same day. My best friend sent me a message asking if we should plan two fun activities together again, something to look forward to. I immediately said YES to that as well.

My daughter learned her geography in ten minutes. My other daughter stayed relaxed even though she couldn’t go play with a friend. And in the evening the three of us watched Sweet Tooth on Netflix together.

I’m telling you, this was a YES day. I enjoyed it, and I’m still enjoying it right now while writing this blog.

More Than Just a Simple Habit

Maybe for you this sounds normal or even simple. But for me, it’s much more than that.

I truly appreciate these moments in life. They make me happy, and to me that’s the essence of living your life.

So yes, you could definitely say it has helped shape my mindset, even though I was already a positive person before.

The cards influence my choices in subtle ways. I respond to situations more calmly. And that works both ways.

People can sense when you’re in a negative mood. But when you’re calm and positive, you often receive that same energy back.

The cards also help me during difficult moments. When I feel lost for a moment, which happens to everyone sometimes, I pull a card and it brings me back down to earth.

Sometimes the cards bring up emotions too. Happiness, sadness, everything is possible. And I think that’s exactly where their strength lies.

Writing It All Down

If a card feels confronting, I’m not the type of person who puts it back in the deck. Instead, I write down what it triggers in me and what I can do about it at that moment.

To make sure this ritual doesn’t become an automatic routine, I sometimes skip the cards during the weekend. But honestly, and this may sound a little strange, I do miss it when I skip them. On Monday I often think: that’s a shame, I didn’t pull any cards.

Pulling the cards also helps me keep up with my journal. I’ve already filled one entire notebook with positive texts, cards, and photos. I haven’t read it back yet. I think it would be beautiful to go through it around New Year’s Eve, looking back at a year full of moments and memories that you might otherwise forget if you never wrote them down.

Ending the Day

Another small ritual I sometimes practice before going to sleep is telling myself:

“Good things keep happening to me. Tomorrow will be a great day.”

I honestly believe you wake up feeling much better when you fall asleep with a thought like that.

When I Tell People About It

Sometimes I tell people that I do this, but their reaction is usually pretty lukewarm. Something like: “Oh, okay.” Or: “Interesting.”

And then the conversation usually moves on.

I do think that’s a little unfortunate, because I’m living proof that it can make your day so much brighter. But of course, everyone has their own thing.

So if you’re reading this and thinking: this sounds like nonsense.

Try it.

But commit to it for a while. Give it one or two months.

Then come back and tell me what happened.

Do you dare to try?

The Truth Always Shows: When Words Do Not Match Actions

Mon, 16 Mar 2026 12:40:49 GMT

The Truth Always Shows: When Words Do Not Match Actions

You have probably met someone who immediately impressed you. Someone who seemed confident, interesting, and said all the right things. But when you get to know that person a little longer, you sometimes start to notice that he or she is not exactly the person they first appeared to be.

There is nothing to be ashamed of when this happens. It can happen to anyone. The signals people give can be different for every person. What I have personally experienced are people who give beautiful words but do not turn those words into actions.

Even people around me deal with this regularly, and I find that very unfortunate. In the end people always reveal themselves. It is impossible to keep acting like someone you are not forever.

The reason words sometimes work so well is connected to the sensitivity of the person receiving them.

People often want to believe the good things they hear. The unpleasant part about someone who is acting is that he or she knows very well how to play you. These are often very intelligent people who use these kinds of tricks. What they sometimes forget is that the person listening is not naïve either.

Unfortunately, the realization comes too late nine out of ten times. Afterwards you may think to yourself: wow, how could I have fallen for that? Try to see it as a learning process. It helps you recognize the signals faster the next time, and it allows you to step away sooner if necessary.

Always listen to your intuition. That is my advice.

When I look back at certain people who entered my life, I sometimes think that I could have seen it coming if I had listened to my intuition more carefully. You usually feel quite quickly when something does not feel right.

So let us look at the question: why do people pretend to be someone they are not?

From my experience there are several possible reasons:

People may carry unresolved trauma from childhood, such as deep insecurity.
Some people are afraid that you will not find them interesting enough.
Some people want to appear tough or impressive in front of others they know.
Narcissism can also play a role.

And there are probably many more reasons you could add yourself.

Let us take one example from this list: insecurity.

You never truly know what someone has experienced in their childhood. It is possible that a person was bullied for years. By lying or by creating a different image of themselves, they may try to push away the pain that was never processed and create a more peaceful life.

But emotionally mature adults understand that this does not solve the core of the problem. Which brings us to the next question: is that person emotionally mature? It is very possible that they are not. When emotional maturity is missing, certain inner connections are simply not there. Instead of looking inward, someone keeps creating a version of the world that looks better than it really is. Everything to avoid feeling what is underneath.

Social pressure can also play a role. People are sometimes afraid of losing their reputation. But what is the value of a reputation that is only built on appearances?

Power and status can influence behavior as well, although not everyone is affected by it. I know plenty of people with strong status who are still pure, real, and sincere.

If someone consistently acts differently from what they say, then for me that person is finished. I say that very directly. Life is built on trust. When something later turns out to be completely different from what it seemed, that is extremely disappointing.

Personally I do not believe someone can be sincere and contradictory at the same time. That might also be because I sometimes think in a fairly black and white way about certain things. Everyone has their own way of looking at it.

Like I mentioned before, I have experienced situations like this myself. When I discovered that someone was not the person they pretended to be, I first looked at myself. I felt guilty because I thought I had ignored the signs.

But after some time had passed and I reflected on it again, I realized I did not have to blame myself. In fact, it can be a blessing when certain people leave your life.

There were enough signals. I simply chose not to see them because I wanted to believe the best in that person. That is very different from being guilty.

Of course it affected my trust in people for a while. But I am naturally a positive person and I tend to move forward fairly quickly. I am not someone who breaks easily.

Yes, I confronted that person about their behavior. As you might expect, the person denied everything and claimed that it was only my version of the truth. That response actually said everything about him and nothing about me.

Moments like that often confirm what you already felt earlier. You suddenly understand why things never really flowed the way they should. Someone's true character becomes visible.

That is also why I do not believe the saying that there is a perfect match for everyone. Maybe difficult people attract other difficult people. But whether that makes the world a better place is doubtful.

If someone keeps insisting that you see things incorrectly even when the facts are clear, then there is really only one solution. Ignore it. Give it no attention.

My best friend reminds me of this often. Everything you give attention to grows. Even negative attention is still attention, and that can trigger someone to keep reacting.

But what if the person is someone you cannot easily avoid, such as a family member or someone in your circle of friends?

The answer is simple: boundaries.

Clear boundaries. This far and no further.

Be very clear about what you expect from a friend, a partner, a colleague, or anyone else in your life.

The way I protect my energy in difficult relationships is by shifting the focus back to myself instead of the other person. When you stop giving your attention to something that feels negative for you, you will notice that you start feeling lighter.

What does not help, and I have done this myself as well, is staying stuck in the negativity. At some point you have to pull yourself together and move forward.

Of course that is easier said than done. From my experience it often happens in waves. Some days are better than others. But every new day is another step forward.

One thing that helped me personally is forgiveness. Forgiving someone can make you feel lighter. It removes the weight of resentment. Holding onto bitterness for too long can even affect your health, and that is not something anyone wants.

I also believe that we all sometimes present ourselves slightly differently in different roles. You are a parent, a daughter, an employee. In each role you show a different side of yourself. But there is a big difference between adapting to a role and pretending to be someone you are not.

I have never taken it that far. Fortunately not. I prefer to keep that kind of imagination for my books, where I can let my characters do things I would never do myself.

Surprisingly, you can actually learn quite a lot from people who are not authentic.

What these experiences taught me is to never lose faith in myself. When you stay true to who you are, more doors will open for you than for someone who constantly pretends to be someone else.

Eventually the truth always surfaces. Over time those who pretend tend to lose more than authentic people do.

People like that no longer influence my friendships. Simply because they are no longer around me.

I can honestly say that the people in my circle of friends, acquaintances, and family are authentic. And that is something I deeply appreciate. It is something that truly makes me happy.

Press Pause, Not Stop: How I’m Using This Unexpected Free Time

Fri, 20 Feb 2026 10:32:27 GMT

Press Pause, Not Stop: How I’m Using This Unexpected Free Time

I actually have quite a lot to share since I’ve taken “a little break” from work, at least that’s how I see it. If you’ve read my previous blog, you already know that I lost my job. But I don’t see that as something negative.

Because this happened, I was given time. Time that will never come back. Time with your children, your family, yourself. That’s priceless. I decided immediately that I wanted to use this time well, and I have to say, I’m already doing a pretty good job of it.

Finally Tackling the Things I Always Postponed

We all have those little jobs around the house that we keep putting off. For me, one of them was sorting through my clothes. And now, I finally had the time to do it properly.

I really took a selective approach, inspired by Marie Kondo. I asked myself: Does this item make me feel good? Is the fabric still intact? Does it fit comfortably?

It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I used to be an impulsive buyer. At least, I was. I’ll come back to that in a moment.

The result of my big closet clean-up? I think no less than eight bags are going to the thrift store.

And what does that do to me? Honestly, it makes me realize how wasteful I’ve been. Wasteful with my money, my space, and my time.

From Impulse Buying to Intentional Shopping

Before I started decluttering, I had already changed the way I shop online.

Now, I add items to my shopping cart and leave them there. If at the end of the month I’m still excited about them and truly need them, then I allow myself to buy them.

I can tell you, this simple habit saves a lot of money.

Daily Affirmations and Capturing Small Moments

Another thing I’ve been doing is writing positive affirmations in a little notebook every day. I even bought a mini printer that connects to my phone. I use sticker paper to print small photos or quotes, so I can capture fun moments with a personal note in that same notebook.

I got this idea while reading a book by Lou Niestadt. So Lou, if you ever read this: thank you for the inspiration.

I also pull a card every day from Willemijn Welten and another author. Those cards help me understand what I might need that day or what I should focus on. Sometimes I pull the same card several days in a row. When that happens, I see it as a sign that the Universe is trying to tell me something and that I need to pay extra attention to that message.

It might sound a bit “floaty” to some people, but for me, it’s a positive anchor.

Series, Lists, and a Little Escape

Now that I’m home, I finally have time to dive back into the world of Netflix and watch some good series.

At the moment, I’m watching KLEM, which I highly recommend. Korean dramas are on pause for now, but I’ll be getting back to them soon. I already have a list of films and series that I still want to watch.

Falling in Love With Cooking Again

One thing I’ve completely thrown myself into is cooking.

I enjoy cooking, but that’s something that really developed after I had children. When it comes to cuisine, I’m open to almost anything, but Asian food is definitely my favorite.

My interest in the kitchen started early, mostly with baking. Cakes and pies almost never fail when I make them. But my real interest in preparing full meals probably began in my twenties.

I’ve influenced myself the most in the kitchen. That sounds strange, but it’s true. Just like I want to do everything well when I’m working, I notice I have that same drive when I’m cooking, even though cooking isn’t work.

If we’re talking about well-known chefs, I’d say Jamie Oliver and some Instagram influencers inspire me.

For me, good cooking means cooking with flavor and preferably a bit of heat. It’s about listening to your instincts and tasting, tasting, and tasting again.

Now that I’m home, I cook about four to five days a week. I’m becoming more creative and constantly looking for fun, new, and refreshing recipes. I love experimenting with new ideas or combinations that might seem strange at first.

My daughters often tell me that my food is always delicious and that I’m a great cook. That really gives me a positive boost to keep going.

My ideal cooking moment looks like this: alone in the kitchen, music on, fully focused. Garlic and chili flakes are absolute must-haves. Onion powder and garlic powder are two things I also use a lot. I use little to no salt, because many ingredients already contain enough salt. If needed, you can always add some afterward.

My biggest cooking fail? Chicken soup that curdled at work during a Christmas dinner we had. Very embarrassing. But thankfully, it didn’t traumatize me or stop me from continuing to cook.

Sometimes I follow recipes, and sometimes I cook by feeling. I like variety, so it’s not like we eat potatoes five days a week. Sometimes rice, sometimes pasta, sometimes low-carb, sometimes homemade soup with bread.

If a dish fails, depending on how bad it is, we try to fix it. Maybe by adding cheese, mayonnaise, or something else. I’m against food waste, so I rarely throw things away. We also have leftover days now and then.

A Final Thought

If this period has taught me anything, it’s that a pause doesn’t have to mean loss. It can mean space.

Space to reset, to grow, to reflect, and to enjoy the small things.

And for now, that’s exactly what I’m doing.

A closed door, a clear mind and a new chapter

Thu, 05 Feb 2026 12:31:15 GMT

A closed door, a clear mind and a new chapter

This isn’t an easy topic to write about, but I want to share it with you anyway. Maybe it will inspire you if something similar ever happens to you.

Do I see this as something negative? No. I want to take you with me to the moment I lost my job.

In January of this year, 2026, I was told that my position had become redundant. Not long after that, I heard there was no other role available for me within the new organization. When something like this happens, you enter a kind of grieving process. Sadness, anger, confusion, all kinds of emotions show up before you’re able to let go.

I have to say, I let go fairly quickly. I’m honestly surprised by how well I’m handling this. That’s exactly why I see losing my job as something positive, not negative. When one door closes, another one opens.

Of course I did feel stress for a while. For me, stress shows up as exhaustion, back and neck pain, and an overall feeling of being unwell. But the trick is to accept it. Let it be there. Talk to yourself kindly and allow yourself to feel what you feel, knowing that it’s just a phase and that it will pass.

What I wish I had done differently is being one step ahead of the company. I wish I had started applying for new jobs about six months ago, because honestly, the timing was already right back then. But it is what it is. I truly believe everything happens for a reason and nothing is random.

What I will miss the most are my colleagues. The Dutch team, but also the colleagues from other countries. Over ten years, I built strong and meaningful connections with them.

Without my job title, I am still Ella. A proud mother of two daughters. A loving girlfriend to my boyfriend. A soulmate to my best friend. Someone with humor. An author. A creative soul. Someone who loves togetherness. A daughter of the sweetest mother in the world. And a sister to the best brothers I could ever wish for.

My job gave structure to my days. Work and routine. But I never really saw it as work, because I did it with passion and joy. That matters to me, and I know I will find that again in a new job. I’m absolutely convinced of that.

When I look back at 2025, I struggled with loss and letting go. But already this year, I feel so much stronger. What I love most is that my thoughts have become more positive overall. Not every day, of course. There are moments when I think, what am I even doing this for? And that’s okay too.

What remains is more time with my daughters. My oldest no longer goes to daycare, and I’m incredibly grateful for that. That’s where the focus should be, I think. On what you’re grateful for. On what you still have. That deserves your attention. It sounds logical, right? Why waste your energy on something that isn’t worth it, when energy is so precious?

I have no problem telling people that I lost my job. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.

At the moment I’m writing this, it’s Thursday, January 29, 2026, and I’m still working 32 hours a week.

You can feel and see that tasks are slowing down and that you’re less involved in certain things, but that’s part of the process. I’m cleaning things up, preparing a proper handover, and archiving everything neatly.

Because I worked here for so long, I want to leave on a positive note. That’s how I want my colleagues to remember me. Not as Ella who became negative at the end. That’s where the real strength is, in everything you do. Stay positive. Head up. Keep moving forward. Let go of worries, because they truly don’t help you. Life is too short to hold on to resentment.

I decided to create a weekly schedule for myself, now that I have more time, and to actually stick to it. I think that will help me a lot during the quieter period that’s coming.

Things I want to do more often are writing, dancing because it brings good vibes, watching Korean drama series, meditating, maybe picking up yoga again, spending more time in the forest or on the heath with Beau, reconnecting with people I don’t speak to very often in a positive way, cooking more and trying new recipes, finally doing those household tasks I always postpone, organizing my walk in closet, and maybe decluttering.

By doing that, I’m creating space for new things in my life. I also want to bring the garden back to life, so summer can be celebrated at home because it feels warm and inviting.

Success means something different to me now. It means being able to say, I did that. I grew so much at my employer that I no longer have to limit myself to just one role, and I’m proud of that.

Financially, I’m not worried. I trust the future. Listening to inspiring podcasts about manifesting the life you want really helps me with that. I trust the universe. I know everything will work out.

What I am doing differently is buying less things that I don’t really need. I see that as a learning process too.

Everyone I’ve told about my situation has shown me nothing but support. Nothing but love. And that does me so much good. People say things like, you’ll find a new job in no time, think in possibilities, what do you want to do differently now and focus on that. People offer advice, help, and want to stay in touch. I’m incredibly grateful.

I’ve learned that I’m surrounded by a safe and loving environment. I already knew that, but in moments like this, it’s very comforting to have it confirmed again. I talk most openly with my family, of course. That’s where I feel completely at ease.

Perseverance, acceptance, letting go, and moving forward are qualities of mine that really stand out right now. And in the end, they only make me mentally stronger.

What feels exciting and a little scary about this phase is whether I’ll find that same loving work environment somewhere else. What I had was truly unique. There really isn’t another company like my last employer. Or maybe there is, and I just haven’t met it yet. Time will tell.

This period has taught me that we don’t really have control over life, and that makes it even more important to live in the moment. The story I tell myself is that this is only good for my personal growth and that I will come out of this stronger than before.

I hope that a year from now, I’ll have a job that’s just as inspiring and fulfilling as the one I had, and that I can honestly say, yes, this is how it was meant to be.

I will definitely use this pause and this rest wisely. What I hope will naturally happen, without forcing anything, is that I’ll worry even less than I already do and become even more creative.

This is the beginning of a new chapter for me. One that leads to a better future than I ever could have imagined ✨

The real 'Warrior' from the Netherlands: Robert Jensen

Thu, 29 Jan 2026 12:48:24 GMT

The real 'Warrior' from the Netherlands: Robert Jensen

I remember it so clearly. I was at the office, on a short break, scrolling on my phone. Then I saw it. To my shock, Robert Kjærby Jensen had passed away on January twelve, twenty twenty six, at the age of fifty two.

It hit me hard. It still does. I am honestly not over it, and that says a lot, because I did not know him personally. And if it already feels this intense for me, I cannot even begin to imagine what this must feel like for his family and loved ones.

Yes, Robert. You deserve a blog. And so much more.

I never managed to take a photo with you, and that still bothers me. I wish I had gone to your recordings in the later years. I really do. But you did reply to me personally on Instagram, and that means just as much to me. No one can ever take that away.

You once shared a photo of yourself on a tractor. I replied that I loved the picture and that you had inspired me since I was eighteen. You answered: ahhhhh, I will keep going as long as I can.
Those words are priceless to me.

This is such a huge loss. For your family. Your friends. For the Netherlands. For the world. And for me. You will forever live in my heart.

I think the first time I really became aware of Robert was on the show Uh, Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush. If I remember correctly, he was wearing a silver looking suit and had that iconic blond bowl haircut. Later, I listened to him on the radio on Veronica, Yorin, and Noordzee FM.

Very quickly, he became more to me than just a presenter or a DJ. He stood firm. He could always back up what he said. He had a strong personality, a strong character, someone who could not be pushed aside. In my eyes, he had no fear.

Whenever I listened to him or watched him, he made me laugh. His laugh alone could do that. He was quick, sharp, outspoken. He asked the hard questions. He was fully in his power.

He was pure and honest. Sometimes harsh, yes. But honestly, that is exactly what this world needs sometimes.

Today, the media often tries to tell you what to believe. Robert did not do that. He explained things. He argued his points. He spoke facts. That was Robert.

He was unique. And I am afraid we will not see someone like him again in the media.

He had an energy that was impossible to ignore. He came across as someone who was completely sure of himself and knew exactly what he was doing. I think what many people misunderstood about him was that he dared to say everything. And some people would rather look away from facts because they are uncomfortable.

What Robert taught me is incredibly valuable.

He taught me that you stand strongest when you know your facts before entering a conversation. He taught me to speak up. To fight for what I believe in. He taught me not to blindly believe what people or the media present to you, but to always do your own research. He taught me that it is completely irrelevant what other people think of you.

He deeply influenced my view on freedom of speech.

I truly believe he played a big role in who I am today at forty two. I have no filter. I am not afraid of discussion. I speak my mind. And sometimes, I also walk away when I realize the other side is only talking nonsense.

I also want to share my opinion about the documentary on Videoland about Jensen. Half an hour with just a few guests. I find it disgraceful. He deserved so much more. If anyone reading this is thinking about making a documentary about him, please do it. But show all sides of who he was as a human being.

I read online that he had been ill for some time. That hurts to read. I truly hope he is in a better place now.

Even though I did not know him personally, it genuinely feels like I lost someone I knew. I think that feeling is normal when you follow someone for so many years.

I will miss his presence the most on his own channel and on Instagram. I would have loved to see him back on television one day.

What he leaves behind is everything I already described, but above all, the courage to speak your mind. He also leaves an enormous emptiness for his family. I believe he was a loving brother and son. And I will truly miss his humor.

I found his conversations with Pim Fortuyn and Thierry Baudet especially interesting, mainly because Robert and I shared similar political views. That made it easy for me to connect with what he said.

On his own channel, and honestly also before that on television, I always felt that he spoke with you, not at you. The way he looked into the camera, his message really landed with me. Sometimes he got angry when lies were being told, for example during the corona period. In those moments, I felt deeply understood by him.

I think the things that mattered most to him were justice, honesty, and enjoying life. At least, that is how it felt to me. Of course, that is my interpretation.

Since his passing, I think about him more often. That feels human. Still, I carry some regret.

First, that I did not attend his later recordings. In the past, I did go to his show Jensen and sat in the audience. But his later conversations felt deeper and more interesting.

Second, I wish I had written him a letter. I would have loved to touch his heart with my words and tell him what he meant to me.

Maybe he hears this. Or reads it from a distance. A beautiful thought ��

I want to thank him. For everything he meant to the Netherlands, and to me personally.

Robert, you were a fighter. And I admire that deeply.

If I could say one thing to him now, it would be this: I hope you have found peace. I hope you are in a far more beautiful place than where you came from. And maybe you are reunited with the people you once lost. Will you wait for me when my time comes? It would be incredible if I could still meet you one day.

The question I would have loved to ask him before he passed is this: what life advice would you give me as a forty two year old woman?

I truly hope Robert was happy in his life and that he experienced real love. I almost know that he did ��

Thank you, fighter. Forever in my heart.

And when I see a trail of smoke in the air, I will know it is you, lighting up a cigar.

With love,
Wendy ��(Ella Fisher - author)

Writing About Narcissism, Love, and Red Flags: Why This Book Is Different

Fri, 23 Jan 2026 14:28:58 GMT

Writing About Narcissism, Love, and Red Flags: Why This Book Is Different

My new book is different from any other book I’ve written before.

This book is about, among other things, narcissism. About how some people are willing to walk over others, do anything to protect their image, and keep their reputation intact at all costs. To me, that felt like a very fitting topic for a book, because almost everyone knows someone like this in their environment. Preferably not, of course, but still ��.

The idea to write about this topic came to me around the end of December 2025. What’s funny is that I already have the story in my head in broad strokes, but there are still missing pieces of the puzzle. And that’s exactly how I write. I start with an idea, and while I’m writing, more and more ideas begin to form. The story grows as I go.

I notice that my books are getting better and better. One of the main reasons is that I now use a more narrative style instead of relying heavily on dialogue between two or more characters. That wasn’t easy at first. To give you an idea: I used to write more in a kind of script or manuscript format. This book is teaching me to trust the story itself, not just the conversations inside it.

What this book is also teaching me about myself is that I am the exact opposite of a narcissist. I have absolutely no ambition to become one, nor do I want people like that in my family or close circle of friends. At this moment, the writing is going smoothly, and I haven’t run into any major obstacles yet, which feels really good. Of course, the question is always how long that will last, because yes, I do experience writer’s block from time to time.

Right now, writing feels natural. Effortless. And that’s a wonderful flow to be in.

What surprised me most is that I even came up with this idea. If you had asked me a year ago whether I would ever want to write about narcissism, or if I could even write a good story about it, my answer would probably have been:
a) I don’t have an idea for a new book yet, or
b) the topic doesn’t really interest me.

One belief I’ve let go of during this process is the idea that everything has to be perfect right away. It doesn’t. A story improves as you work on it. Writing a good book also means deleting, rewriting, and letting things go.

This book actually contains multiple themes: narcissism, love, but also the impact certain experiences can have on a person’s life long after they’ve happened. It’s about aftermath, about letting go, about learning to trust again, about healing yourself.

So far, I haven’t written a huge amount yet, but I do try to write one page every day. The scene that currently means the most to me is the moment when the main character sets a boundary for herself. This far, and no further. What the reader doesn’t know yet is how long it took her to find that boundary, and how intense the healing process after loss really was.

At this point, I don’t think there’s a character I struggle with. Usually, that part of writing comes naturally to me.

What I’m saying with this book, without literally saying it, is this: pay attention to the red flags in your life. This story is fiction, although it does describe what a narcissist is like and how you can recognize one.

The voice I constantly try to silence in my head says things like:
“This is badly written.”
“This will never become anything.”
“This book will never be finished.”

That negativity gets you nowhere. All it does is slow you down and block your own creative process. On the days when I don’t feel like writing at all, I write one sentence. It sounds strange, but at least I’ve done something. And that matters.

I know this book will be finished. When I look at the four books I’ve written before this one, I know I can do it. I did it then, and consistency really does make everything easier.

Working on this book has already changed me in a positive way:

more perseverance and endurance
learning to search for creative solutions
mapping out toxic people, and trying to expose them just enough so they can’t hurt others anymore

What it has given me so far is an improved version of my writing and an improved version of myself.

I believe this will be a good book, also because it has a very exciting side to it. Unfortunately, I can’t say much more about that yet.

I write this book for everyone who enjoys stories about the romantic side of life, but who also understands that life comes with its share of complications and struggles. I sometimes compare my books to K-drama stories. The funny thing is that I’ve been writing these kinds of stories since I was a child, long before I even knew what a K-drama was.

I hope that every reader can truly see the story unfold in their mind, as if they’re looking at the world through my eyes.

One misconception I really want to break is the idea that you’re only a writer if you’re famous. There are so many incredibly talented authors in the Netherlands who might be just as good as Stephen King, or maybe even better.

What I want readers to understand about me is that I’m capable of writing about any subject. Whether it’s good or not is up to the people who read my work, but that I’m capable of doing it is a fact.

What I look forward to most once the book is finished is presenting it to a publisher. And hopefully, one day, it can be translated into English so my books can reach a much wider audience.

I’m already proud of how the characters are developing.

What I told myself when I started this project was simple:
You can already see it in your mind, so just start.

Keep an eye on this page ��

Sneak preview from my newest story (currently in progress)

Thu, 22 Jan 2026 15:02:21 GMT

Sneak preview from my newest story (currently in progress)

Taylor knew it. Or rather, she could have known all of this beforehand, because “Becks” (her best friend Rebecca) had warned her from day one about Daniel Li. About the sudden love confession on WhatsApp, after they hadn’t seen or spoken to each other for roughly thirty years.

Still, she fell for it. Incredibly stupid, in hindsight.

And now she was standing in the narrow street by Mai Coffee, where she could still see him sitting there, his eyes fixed on her. But her? She didn’t want to go back inside anymore.

After the Cartier bracelet he had given her after just a few dates, he had now come up with the ridiculous idea of buying her a house. A house he had purchased with money he’d received from his aunt. But divorced from Ivy, his wife? Of course not. The answer was no, and it had always been no.

He claimed he had never loved his wife. That it had only ever been about wanting a child. He wanted a child, Ivy wanted one too, and so they decided to marry each other.

She had already seen it in his eyes, even before he said anything about the house he wanted to give her. And then what? A hideout? A place he could escape to, while his wife still had no idea what kind of man she had actually brought into her life?

It was over now.

Tears burned behind her eyes and one slipped free. She caught it at her chin and wiped it away just as quickly as it had appeared, on her trench coat. The one she had put on especially for their meeting here, in China.

What had she been thinking? Traveling all that way, for him? Not for herself, but for him. She did everything for him because she so desperately wanted to be seen by him, and not just as a game, not as one of his Lego building blocks.

He was a nerd and so what? She had fallen for it. But not anymore.

His eyes tried desperately to catch hers, but those same eyes that had once loved him with pure innocence (and unconditionally) now rejected him without mercy.

Daniel Li was a criminal in every sense of the word. The shady companies registered under his name and address in the Netherlands, probably for money laundering. But the area in which he was the greatest criminal of all was love. A narcissist does not know what love is and never will.

She walked away and left Daniel alone behind her.

Why My Jack Russell Stole My Heart (And Basically Runs the House)

Thu, 22 Jan 2026 14:34:04 GMT

Why My Jack Russell Stole My Heart (And Basically Runs the House)

Jack Russells are the best

I’m naturally more of a cat person. I used to have three male cats, but they’re no longer with us. I’m sure they’re in a better place now, and that thought gives me comfort. Still, I also love dogs, and especially my Jack Russell, Beau-Simon.

Most of the time we just call him Beau, but because I love names with a certain flair, Beau-Simon felt right. We got Beau through the cleaning lady at my work. At first, a colleague wanted to see if Beau (who was still called Simon back then) would be a good match for his own Jack Russell. But because his dog was already a bit older and calmer, it wasn’t the perfect fit.

So Beau came to us “just to dogsit.” That’s also how I explained it to the kids. But of course, he stayed. How could he not? �� Now he’s completely woven into our family and totally irreplaceable.

I chose his name because I wanted something that reminded me of my father. Bo is a song by Rob de Nijs, and my dad used to be compared to Rob de Nijs because of his looks. Beau is also the name of a well-known TV host in the Netherlands, so to me it felt like the perfect name. Simon, on the other hand, really didn’t suit him at all.

As the title already gives away, Beau is a Jack Russell and wow… they are active. I definitely underestimated that part, haha. But once you adjust, it’s absolutely fine, and it doesn’t make him any less lovable.

Honestly, it was love at first sight between Beau and me. And I mean really love. He clearly put me at number one, which leads to some funny situations at home. When my boyfriend walks into the living room in the morning, Beau doesn’t even bother getting up. But when I come downstairs, he almost jumps on me out of excitement. When we all come home together, he walks right past everyone and heads straight for me. It makes me laugh every single time.

At the moment I’m writing this, Beau is one year old, but he’ll be turning two soon. What makes him a bit special is that he’s not a standard Jack Russell. He has a few lightly haired patches on his back and near his tail. It almost looks like he’s a 3D dog, which gives him a really funny appearance. When we walk him, people often stop to say, “What a cute dog,” and I still find that kind of special to hear.

Before Beau, I had two Shar Peis, but they both passed away a long time ago. If I ever decide to get another dog someday, I honestly don’t know if I’d choose another Jack Russell, a completely different breed, or maybe just a mixed-breed rescue. Those seem to last the longest, in my experience.

To me, having a dog isn’t about ownership. I don’t see dogs as possessions, just like I don’t see people that way. A dog represents calm, love, and relaxation. Dogs are the most genuine creatures there are. They’ll always let you know if they don’t like another dog or a person. There’s no pretending.

If I had to describe Beau’s character, I’d call him a mischievous little clown. He really is. Watching him jump through the snow once was hilarious. He looked just like a little bunny. Of course, he sometimes does things he’s not allowed to do, like sneaking a chew onto the couch. But he also tests boundaries, and honestly, that’s pretty smart.

When strangers come over, he stays very relaxed, which I really appreciate. I’ve never seen him act aggressively toward anyone. He completed puppy training successfully and is super social. What I do find difficult sometimes is when other dogs react aggressively toward him. He doesn’t deserve that at all.

He does have a best friend, though: a Golden Retriever we run into regularly. Those two absolutely adore each other, and it’s great to watch. Beau is also very alert. He often hears things before we do. Someone walking toward our door, a cat in the garden, even a hedgehog. I actually like that, although sometimes it can be a bit annoying. Luckily, he’s not a big barker. I honestly couldn’t handle that.

His weirdest habit is crawling under a blanket on the couch. He does this all year round, even in spring and summer. Temperature doesn’t matter to him at all. Maybe it has something to do with the thinner hair on his back. I once had a hairless cat, and I always joke that Beau is my hairless cat too. Maybe a reincarnation. That cat was called Django, named after Django Unchained.

What really makes Beau happy is going to the beach. He loves running after a ball and sometimes jumping into the water, as long as it’s not too cold. Forest walks are also pure joy for him, just like walks on the heath.

He’s afraid of fireworks, but not extremely. Luckily, fireworks are no longer allowed in the Netherlands, so that problem is basically solved.

When he was younger, I took him out more often but only for short walks. Now that he’s bigger, he can hold it longer. He goes out between 7:00 and 7:30 in the morning (whoever gets up first, that’s always the question), again around 12:30 or 1:00, then around 5:00 in the afternoon, and one last walk in the evening. On weekends, he seriously sleeps in. If you ask me, that makes him the ideal dog. He can easily sleep until 9:00 or even 10:00. Perfect, right?

One thing I always have to keep in mind is that he’s very much a male dog, which means stopping constantly to sniff everything. He slept in a crate for a long time, but recently we decided to let him sleep wherever he wants at night. Most of the time, that means the couch with a blanket. I’m fine with that. Maybe it’s not ideal from a training perspective, but hey, he’s my dog �� I make my own rules.

His favorite toy changes all the time. He’s a real destroyer and loves chewing, so I definitely need to go shopping soon for something truly Jack Russell-proof. If you have any tips, let me know. A tennis ball is always a hit, but even those don’t survive for long.

His favorite snacks are lamb or pig ears, but he also loves tripe. I like it a lot less because it smells awful. He also enjoys fresh salmon skin, eggs, banana, 100% pure peanut butter, strawberries, and very occasionally a piece of shrimp crackers. I know, not great. He looks perfectly in shape, if I may say so myself.

He’s not allowed on our bed. I think that’s gross. I did allow it with my Shar Peis in the past, which in hindsight was absolutely ridiculous, especially considering how big they were compared to a Jack Russell.

When we got Beau, he was already house-trained. He was a few months old, so we never experienced the very early puppy phase. He’s not huge on tricks, but he loves fetching his tennis ball and can do that for hours. Seriously, trust me. He knows commands like sit, come, no, good boy, and stay. “Drop it” isn’t really his thing, but I’ve been told that has something to do with the Jack Russell build.

He listens well overall. After every walk, he always gets a treat or a chew from us, which is good for his teeth. He loves kids, which is great because we have two. One of my most beautiful memories of him is from when I went to Madrid for work. When I came home after four days, he started crying when he saw me. That moment really touched me, and I’ll never forget it.

I have an incredibly strong bond with him. I also find it very sweet how he lies next to you when you’re sick. He does that with us and with the kids. A friend for life, truly.

I sometimes call him Simonis or Poes, don’t ask me why. I always give my animals ridiculous nicknames. One upside is that because I call him “cat,” he doesn’t really react outside when I say there’s a cat around.

If you’re thinking about getting a Jack Russell, I’d really recommend doing your research first. Be aware that this breed has a lot of energy, and you truly need to make time to help them burn it off. A short walk around the block just won’t cut it. They need movement, play, and mental stimulation to really feel balanced.

I would also always choose good, natural food. I can genuinely see the difference in Beau’s skin when he’s eating high-quality meals. His coat and skin improve so much when his nutrition is right, and that alone already tells me I’m doing something right.

My life has become so much brighter since he joined our family. Together, he and I turn every ordinary day into a little celebration.

42 and Still Dancing: From Steak, to Snollebollekes, to a Voice That Touched My Soul

Wed, 21 Jan 2026 16:23:08 GMT

42 and Still Dancing: From Steak, to Snollebollekes, to a Voice That Touched My Soul

Friday, January 16, 2026, I turned 42.

Forty-two. I honestly can’t believe how fast time has flown by, how much I’ve lived, and how many beautiful moments I’ve been lucky enough to experience. I feel incredibly grateful. For everything that has been, and for all the years still ahead of me.

I never really know what to ask people for my birthday. Is that relatable? So I just threw out a few ideas here and there. Nothing too serious. What I didn’t expect was how full, fun, and unforgettable my birthday weekend would turn out to be. Not just on the day itself, but even the Monday after.

The girls spoiled me again with the sweetest drawings. Not only from them, but also from their friends. How cute is that? Those things always hit me right in the heart. They really do.

On my actual birthday, my boyfriend and I went out for lunch at Loetje in the town where we live. It was perfect. Steak Bali. I love steak. Simple as that.

Between 3:30 and 4:00 that Friday afternoon, someone knocked on our door. No joke: our doorbell doesn’t work, and I secretly love how peaceful that is. Standing there was my best friend. My oldest daughter had already slipped up earlier by saying someone was coming to pick me up, so I had a pretty good idea who it was going to be.

She gave me the most amazing gift: a photo frame filled with all our ridiculous, fun photos from parties and trips we’ve taken together. It now has a permanent spot on my desk, so I’m forced to laugh every single day at our wrong-in-the-best-way Alien Ant Farm sunglasses. She also gave me a bottle of Baileys Belgian Chocolate, which is hands down my favorite. That stuff isn’t a drink, it’s dessert. Dangerous dessert. Especially for the waistline.

We grabbed a cappuccino before heading out and then… off to Breda.

She surprised me with tickets to the Flügel Party, and wow, what a night. This was the lineup:

DJ Patjoo – 90s / 00s / pop / party vibes
Monique Smit – Dutch pop
Buren van de Brandweer – house
Russo – hip hop
Jordy van den Boer – vocals
Tim Schalkx – vocals / party
Wilbert Pigmans – Dutch pop
Patito Loco – vocals / party
FeestDJRuud – party set
John West – vocals
Snollebollekes – live house / party
Paul Elstak – hardcore set (closing act)

The biggest surprises for me were Buren van de Brandweer and FeestDJRuud. I didn’t know them at all, but they really stood out. And then Snollebollekes came on. We were standing right at the front when Rob Kemps appeared, and my best friend and I completely lost it. What an entertainer. I had never seen him perform live before, so this was a total blast. I’ll admit it: I’m officially a Snollebollekes fan now. It took a while, but I’m converted.

That said, my real weakness will always be Paul Elstak. We watched him from the front as well, and honestly, he’s still incredible. He’s 60, but to me he’ll always be forever young.

The whole night was unforgettable. So much laughter, so many great moments, and of course an ever-growing collection of photos and ridiculous videos. I truly couldn’t wish for a better best friend. Someone who organizes things like this for me. I’m incredibly grateful for her.

One funny and slightly unfortunate detail: an ex-colleague of mine was apparently there too. Possibly dancing somewhere in the crowd. I would have loved to see him go full hardcore, but we only realized we were both there after the fact. Next time.

I was also really happy with the weather. No rain this time, unlike my last experience in Breda, which was absolutely terrible weather-wise. There were a lot of very young people at the party, so yes, I felt a tiny bit older for a moment. But that won’t stop me from going to events like this. Not now, not ever.

FeestDJRuud really made an impression. He threw huge inflatable props into the crowd: oversized Flügel bottles, pool floats (with and without unicorns), giant balls. He truly turned the place into one big playground. Those are the kinds of things you don’t forget easily.

What also stuck with me is how my best friend and I are always on the same wavelength, especially when it comes to music. We were both secretly annoyed by John West, which of course resulted in another funny video. These kinds of parties are my favorite because I can just dance and be completely myself.

We weren’t at the front the entire time. When the Dutch songs came on that we didn’t love as much, we moved to a quieter spot. That was actually perfect. We could talk, people-watch, and catch our breath. Near the speakers, that’s pretty much impossible.

And believe it or not, my 42nd year wasn’t done yet.

On Monday night, I found myself at a Maria Mena concert at the Concertgebouw in Amsterdam, together with my boyfriend. It was a complete surprise. I felt so happy and grateful. To me, Maria Mena is an angel who landed on earth to sing. Her voice is phenomenal.

“Just Hold Me” is my favorite song of hers. What makes her voice so special is that it’s completely unique, and sometimes it sounds like she sings with a slight crack or sob. That goes straight to my heart.

What made the evening even more special was getting to know her on a personal level through her stories. I discovered we actually have a lot in common. She talked about having had an eating disorder, about being a huge HANSON fan (she sang “I Will Come to You” and I sang along at the top of my lungs), and about how sometimes you have to work really hard on yourself to let go of an apology you’ll never get from someone else.

I had never been to the Concertgebouw before, so that alone made it an incredibly special experience. One I’ll remember for a long time. “My Lullaby” touched me the most. It’s about her and the bond with her mother.

Of course, this night was the complete opposite of the Flügel Party in Breda, but that’s something I genuinely like about myself. I love different kinds of music. Not everyone does, and that’s okay. I definitely wiped away a few tears. Her voice, the building, the atmosphere. Everything hit me deeply.

I’m beyond grateful.

I truly enjoyed my birthday. Every message, every surprise, every person who thought of me. Forty-two started off better than I ever could have imagined.

Spoiler Alert; Why I Can’t Keep My Mouth Shut This Year About Welcome To Derry

Wed, 14 Jan 2026 08:39:14 GMT

SPOILER ALERT: Why I Can’t Keep My Mouth Shut This Year About Welcome To Derry

I’ve been doing really well this year when it comes to spoiler alerts I’m not sure if I’m making many friends this way, but honestly, if you don’t want to know anything: stop reading now.

I came across news on social media that Welcome to Derry was on the shelf. But was it real? Or was it just another fan wish, people hoping it would happen? These days you can’t just assume anything is true, so I didn’t. I waited it out. And sure enough, there was no lie. Welcome to Derry was released.

My Love for Stephen King and My Fear of Clowns

People who know me know I’m a huge fan of Stephen King’s work. IT in particular really speaks to me. Secretly, that might also have something to do with the fact that I have a mild fear of clowns myself. Weird, right? Watching this kind of stuff while being scared of it. I honestly don’t know how that works either.

IT still takes me straight back to my childhood. The first time I saw that movie, I couldn’t sleep at all. I was so scared that I was convinced he would come out of the shower drain. That was my first real encounter with Stephen King. After that, I started diving deeper into his work and even did a presentation at school about his books. I actually got a pretty high grade for it too.

Skepticism and Low Expectations

I’ll admit I was very skeptical at first when it came to Welcome to Derry. Mostly because Pennywise himself wasn’t shown right away. That made it less appealing to me. Personally, I think they should have handled that differently. I can totally imagine people dropping out because Pennywise doesn’t appear immediately. And honestly, it takes a few episodes before he does.

The atmosphere felt a bit flat in the beginning. Even though there’s blood in the very first episode, it didn’t hit me the way IT Chapter One and Two did. I didn’t have high expectations at all, and I was genuinely curious if that would change at some point.

Old Clown Versus New Clown

At one point, I really thought this might just be another continuation of something that was once amazing. Opinions are still very divided. There are fans of the old clown, the original version played by Tim Curry, and there are fans of Bill Skarsgård.

I think they’re both great, but the version Bill brought to life has pushed the old one into second place for me.

Story Choices and Pacing

The idea of putting the past of Derry at the center of the story really appeals to me. The pacing, however, feels slow, mainly because Pennywise isn’t present much at first. As the series progresses and he finally appears, the show becomes much more ominous.

The ending felt rushed to me. Sorry, creators, but that part was disappointing. I only realized at the very end that one of the kids turns out to be Richie Tozier’s mother later on. That reveal felt abrupt and not very well explained.

The fact that Pennywise can jump between past and future also made the story confusing. At times, it was hard to fully follow what was happening.

What I did appreciate was seeing Rich at the end. He helps the other kids bury the dagger by the tree, and during his own funeral you see him with his parents. That moment really worked for me.

Characters That Worked and Those That Didn’t

The scene that stood out to me the most was the one with Pennywise’s daughter. Of course, she isn’t really his daughter, it’s IT taking on Pennywise’s form. Strangely enough, I found him almost sweet in that scene. It gave me a warm feeling but also raised questions. Why didn’t he kill her? That wasn’t clear to me, and I’d honestly like to know more about that.

Dick Hallorann stood out the most, played by Chris Chalk. He can look into people’s minds and memories. I thought this was a great addition to the story, though it also made things even more unrealistic, which is a bit of a downside.

The character Matty, one of the kids, didn’t add much for me personally.

Horror, Makeup, and Atmosphere

The scene that really got under my skin was Pennywise at the school. That one was intense. I didn’t love the makeup though. I get that it needed to look bloody, but having half of his face dark red the entire time just didn’t work for me.

There were moments where I jumped, especially early on when he suddenly appeared. Later on, that feeling mostly disappeared. The horror goes further than IT Chapter One and Two, so be prepared.

The camerawork is fantastic. The color grading, not so much. Especially toward the end, in the mist, it felt too vague. I understand that mist means limited visibility, but I think it could have been handled differently.

The music and sound effects did their job perfectly, just like in IT.

A Strange Mix of Emotions

There were moments when I found the clown almost endearing, especially in the scene with his “daughter.” Sometimes the way he looks makes it seem like he means no harm at all. And that’s exactly where the danger lies.

He has humor, and because of that he brings up all kinds of emotions. Fear, anger, sadness, but also affection. It’s a very strange and unsettling series.

I even find myself feeling a bit sorry for IT. It’s an entity, clearly evil, but it just keeps existing and returns every 27 years. Maybe it doesn’t experience exhaustion the way humans do, even though it sleeps for 27 years, but the idea of endlessly existing sounds frustrating to me. That’s just my perspective.

Final Thoughts

If you’re a horror fan and you’re okay with things being unrealistic at times, this is definitely worth watching. The biggest strength of Welcome to Derry is obviously Pennywise, but the lead roles are strong too. The kids do a great job.

I’ve heard there will be a second season, and I’d absolutely like to see it. I want to know if everything Pennywise predicted about the kids and their futures actually comes true.

For me, Welcome to Derry is a solid and enjoyable addition to IT. And hopefully, it will be for you too.

Two Weeks of Vacation, and What It Taught Me

Fri, 09 Jan 2026 10:49:57 GMT

Two Weeks of Vacation, and What It Taught Me

Two weeks of vacation. I was really looking forward to it. And honestly, who ever expects a vacation to fly by this fast? Because no, I didn’t exactly sit still during those two weeks. Still, now that I’m back at work, I have to admit something: the normal rhythm has its own kind of charm. I usually slip back into it pretty quickly.

I think it all comes down to mindset, and mine is positive nine times out of ten. Sure, there’s always a short adjustment period, but I also know that it works itself out. I actually enjoy seeing my coworkers again, sharing stories, and hearing what everyone else has been up to.

One of the biggest things I learned during my vacation was how to say no. How to set boundaries. And how to take time for myself. That’s something I really want to keep developing this year, because I truly believe it will make me a better, happier person.

Do I miss sleeping in? Of course. But on the other hand, did it actually make me more rested? Not really. Do I need it sometimes? Yes, absolutely. I’m just trying to apply that same balance to my normal routine now. Sometimes it’s okay to admit you’re tired and go to bed at 9:00 PM. Early? Maybe. But it can feel amazing, and it often makes the next day so much better.

What surprised me most during my first week back at work, especially before and after working hours, was that I actually stuck to the promise I made to myself: making time for me. And that felt like a win.

Vacation Memories With the Girls

During the vacation, I did a lot of fun things with the girls. We went out for lunch several times, including a visit to the cat café in Almere. It was cozy, warm, and honestly just adorable. Seeing their faces light up every time a cat jumped onto the table was priceless.

I can already hear some people thinking, “That’s gross, a cat on the table.” I prefer to see it differently. What’s wrong with flossing your teeth with cat hair directly? Just kidding, of course. But when you go to a cat café, you know what you’re signing up for.

We also went to Spelekids. Half a day was more than enough. It’s still fun that our oldest enjoys it, although I do notice she spends more time gaming there now than actually climbing and running around. But hey, that’s part of growing up too.

We took long walks on the beach with our dog, Beau, did lots of crafting, watched movies, and visited their grandma in Purmerend. I barely sat still. And honestly, when I’m crafting with them or watching a movie together, that’s when I feel most connected. Those moments mean everything to me, and I soak them in completely.

A Realization I Didn’t Expect

What I learned about myself during those two weeks is that I may not have handled everything in the smartest way. I planned too much and did almost everything alone with the girls. That meant I had little to no time for myself. The result? I wasn’t rested at all, even though I slept in.

That might be part of it, but I do think it can be done differently. By the end of 2026, I already have a different kind of planning in mind. But honestly, we’ve only just started the year. One step at a time.

Christmas, Good Food, and a New Favorite Drink

During Christmas, we stayed in a cozy little house somewhere in the Netherlands. It was lovely. We went for walks in the forest with Beau and enjoyed eating out. On Christmas Day itself, that didn’t work out because I waited too long to make a reservation. Lesson learned. But on the second day of Christmas, we had an amazing dinner.

We enjoyed typical Dutch dishes: lots of meat, stewed pears, three courses that honestly felt more like five because the portions were generous. And during Christmas, I also discovered a new favorite drink for special occasions: Baileys Chocolate. Wow. That stuff is dangerously good.

Of course, I immediately Googled whether you can make desserts with it. The answer is yes. Who knows, maybe you’ll read about that in another blog someday.

New Year’s Eve and Letting Go

We celebrated New Year’s Eve at my best friend’s house with her husband and kids. It was cozy, relaxed, and full of great snacks. Beau came along too and behaved really well. He wasn’t overly panicked by the fireworks, which was such a relief.

That said, this was the last time for us. As a Dutch person, I do feel a bit sad that we’re no longer allowed to set off fireworks. But for dogs like Beau, it’s honestly a blessing. He did jump a few times from loud bangs, and I hate seeing him stressed. So no, I won’t miss fireworks. And if I really want to see them, I can always travel to a country where they’re still allowed.

I try to think in possibilities instead of problems.

I’m grateful I got to celebrate the end of the year with people I love, and I’m leaving 2025 behind. The insecurities, the doubts, the negative moments (thankfully not many). There was plenty of liqueur that night, and the next day I was exhausted, but surprisingly, no hangover.

Writing, Journaling, and Mental Space

When it comes to writing, I’m currently working on a new book. The idea feels strong and very relevant to a problem in our society that, unfortunately, many people deal with. I truly believe it will resonate with readers. It’s written in my typical Ella style: action, thriller, and romance.

I once read that an author (I can’t remember who, maybe even Stephen King) wrote one page a day. By the end of the year, that added up to 256 pages. That number isn’t a strict goal for me. Some days I write more, some less. Sometimes the story ends earlier, sometimes it grows into something much bigger. You never really know where creativity comes from.

I notice that when I write daily, ideas come faster. Sometimes I even dream about them.

Alongside that, I write daily in the 6-Minute Journal. In the morning, I write down what I’m grateful for, how I’m going to make the day great, and my affirmation. In the evening, I reflect on how the day went, what could’ve gone better, and what beautiful things happened.

That daily conversation with myself? I love it. It creates calm in my head and helps me reset for the next day. If I skip a day, I actually feel guilty and a bit lost. So when I travel for work, this journal is definitely coming with me. I don’t know how it will fit into a busier schedule, but even five minutes is enough. Just knowing I can write brings peace.

It helps me stay grateful and present in the now.

The 369 Method and Letting Go

Recently, I kept seeing the 369 method on Instagram. I looked into it, and it immediately resonated with me. The real power lies in letting go. You write one strong affirmation: three times in the morning, six times in the afternoon, and nine times in the evening.

I’ve been doing this for a week now, and I notice that I don’t constantly think about the subject anymore. Writing it repeatedly helps me release it. I feel calmer, and I truly believe that what I want will come to me, as long as the timing is right.

What those wishes are, I’ll keep to myself for now. But one important thing I’ve learned is this: if you obsess over something or let yourself get pulled into anger or sadness, it won’t work. Then it’s better to put the notebook away and take a break. So far, I haven’t needed to do that.

Memories for Later

Something else I love, mainly for my two girls when I’m no longer here, is the book 999 Questions About Yourself. It’s filled with personal questions: favorite color, music, what you find difficult, where you like to eat out.

Sometimes I really have to think about my answers. And sometimes I realize that I would’ve answered differently in 2025. There are no dates in the book, so you can pick it up whenever you want and put it down whenever you want. I had done exactly that, until I found it again while cleaning out my closet.

A Final Thought

I’m writing this for anyone who enjoys reading or who’s simply curious about what I did during Christmas and New Year’s. I believe people need to take more time for themselves. Life is busy, demanding, and loud. Put yourself first. Always.

And if that sentence bothers someone, they’re free to look the other way.

I’ve learned to say no, even though I still find it difficult at work. I’m naturally service-oriented and don’t like to disappoint people. But sometimes I do say no, in a respectful way. It takes practice, and I trust that it will get easier this year.

This year, I hope to:

focus more on the 369 method and positive thinking
continue exercising, or exercise more
do more creative things like painting (which I used to love)
say no more often
stop engaging in discussions
listen to my body and sleep more when I’m tired

My new book focuses on narcissism, a topic that’s widely discussed on social media and one I find incredibly interesting. I want to explore, through fiction, what a narcissist can be capable of and how you can recognize one.

What I hope my girls will see when they read my answers in the 999 Questions book is this: their mother is strong. And when she sets her mind on something, she will find a way to achieve it. That’s not arrogance. It’s belief.

Life becomes more beautiful when you believe in yourself. Because:

a) others often won’t
b) you’re the one who has to live with yourself your entire life
c) whatever you give attention to grows

And when you truly believe in yourself, the result is simple:
You succeed.

How Sleepers Raised the Bar for Dutch Crime Series and What Came After

Thu, 08 Jan 2026 13:12:31 GMT

SPOILER ALERT:
How Sleepers Raised the Bar for Dutch Crime Series and What Came After

Normally, Dutch series are not really my thing. Still, I decided to give Sleepers a chance after seeing so much about it on Teun Kuilboer’s Instagram. In my opinion, he is the best actor we have. The question was whether this series would be worth writing a blog about. For me, the answer is yes.

This is a series that pulls you in immediately. There is no slow build up. The story grabs you from the first moment, which makes it very hard not to binge watch. The theme of police corruption is fascinating, especially because of the unexpected angles the story takes. Things happen that you do not see coming at all.

One of the main characters, Martin, played by Robert de Hoog, finds himself in an increasingly difficult position. Every decision he makes seems to be the wrong one, and the problems keep piling up. The tension is built extremely well. What I really appreciated was how far he is willing to go to protect his family. His acting is very strong, just like Teun’s.

What surprised me most is that the corruption goes much deeper than just Martin. You might expect that to some extent, but it is still shocking to see how many officers are involved. When you translate this to real life, it feels almost impossible to stay loyal to both worlds at the same time. As a Dutch production, this series shows how far we have come in terms of quality.

You do need to be able to handle some blood. Personally, that does not bother me. I could probably watch a surgical procedure while someone calmly cuts into a steak. That said, the death of Tarik really affected me. It felt extremely unfair and honestly made me a bit nauseous. I never fully knew how to read Tarik, whose real name is Chemsedinne Amar, and that unpredictability made him interesting. During that scene, I actually broke out in sweat. I never saw that coming.

For most of the series, I had the feeling that things would somehow work out. That changed completely when Willem was kidnapped. For a moment, I was genuinely afraid he was dead. Then I thought they would never write out a main character like that. Thankfully, they did not, because I am not sure I would have finished the series otherwise.

There were episodes that were so intense that I immediately watched another one. If you are not careful, you will find yourself watching until the middle of the night. That would have been fitting for a series called Sleepers, but I tried to avoid it. Still, when a show makes it this hard for me to stop watching, I know it is good.

One point of criticism is the excessive use of the k word, especially in the first season. I know it is commonly used in music and pop culture, but I personally did not enjoy hearing it so often. In season two, this seemed to be reduced, so maybe they received feedback on that.

What also stood out to me is how Martin comes across as a kind, sincere, and reliable family man, while in reality he is anything but that. For me, he was the most unpredictable character of all. One decision that was harsh but understandable was the murder of Willem’s girlfriend, even though it was not Martin himself but the woman he worked with who carried it out. She was spying on Willem and passing along information. Still, something broke for me at that moment. Martin should have told Willem the truth first, even if Willem would not have listened. Because of that, the ending of season three makes sense to me. Personally, I feel Martin has gone too far now, and that is where my sympathy for him ends.

What this series does incredibly well is keeping you in suspense about whether Willem is alive or not. I kept watching because I simply could not accept the idea of him being dead. I sometimes get very emotionally invested in characters like that.

If you do not like feeling frustrated, I honestly would not recommend watching Sleepers. There are many moments that will frustrate you as a viewer. One scene that really made me angry happens very early on, when Henk van Praag is killed. It felt deeply unfair and painful for the main characters, since he was basically their father, the man who raised them.

I did not cry, although there were moments where I probably could have. For me, the tension outweighed the sadness. The series feels realistic, or at least close to what could be real. Because it takes place in the Netherlands, it makes you wonder how much we as citizens really know about what goes on within the police force.

There are some very hard scenes. Tarik’s death, being placed alive in a coffin and sent into an oven, hangings, limbs being cut off, suffocation. For a Dutch series, this level of brutality makes it truly unique. The death of Martin’s wife felt the most predictable to me, especially after what happened to Willem’s girlfriend. Still, a part of me hoped Willem would not go that far.

One thing is absolutely clear to me. Sleepers is, without question, the crime series for me. I have honestly never seen anything this good. What sets it apart is the rawness, the constant tension, and how well the story is written. It also made me think about how people with power can easily abuse it, just like in real life. If you are still unsure after reading this, I honestly do not understand why. If you enjoy action, this series belongs on your list. I promise you will not regret it. I would even watch Sleepers again, and that says a lot, because if a series is bad, you never feel that urge.

After Sleepers, I wanted to watch another series, preferably with some action. I hesitated between Amsterdam Empire and Klem, but eventually chose Amsterdam Empire because I think Famke Janssen is a very strong actress. I was personally a bit shocked by her appearance. I do not know if it was digital or cosmetic, but she looked very artificial to me. That is just a detail, though, and it says nothing about her acting abilities.

When I started the series, I honestly had no idea what to expect. Having just watched Sleepers, I did have certain expectations, but I tried not to compare the two. I expected Amsterdam Empire to be decent, with a different type of tension, and that turned out to be true. The series starts strong. The main character Jack, played by Jacob Derwig, is shot at the beginning in a flashback. Right away, you want to know why this happened, so that hook works very well.

I found the series entertaining. At times, it felt a bit like a soap. Betty, played by Famke Janssen, is extremely jealous after her husband cheats on her and chooses another woman. Her reaction is understandable, but the lengths she goes to for revenge felt excessive to me. Still, I could understand her emotions, even though at some point you would expect someone to move on.

Patrick van Doorn, Jack’s son played by Jesse Mensah, was refreshing to watch. He had a nice role and brought humor at unexpected moments. Victor Löw, who played Bolle, also deserves praise. The role suited him perfectly. The scene where he is drugged was genuinely funny and very well acted.

The name of the coffee shop, The Jackal, was a great choice, and setting the series in Amsterdam was an obvious and smart decision. There are some intense scenes here as well, but Sleepers is far more extreme. If you want a solid series without excessive violence, this might be a better fit for you.

The outfits for Famke’s character were brilliant and perfectly matched the personality she portrayed. This is a series you can watch to relax, without having to think too deeply. My only real disappointment was the lack of a very strong storyline. On the other hand, so many films and series have already been made about the drug world that it must be difficult to come up with something truly original every time.

If there were to be a second season, I would watch it, but I would not go in with high expectations.

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Final Thoughts

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Two Weeks of Vacation, and What It Taught Me ﻿

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SPOILER ALERT:
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