Now

November 2025

There's a new kitten in town.

My mom died.

I’ve been helping my dad and brother manage what needs managing. There’s a lot that needed managing as she got worse and worse. I was there when it happened, which was hard. But felt like the most right thing of all.

We adopted a kitten.

She was the last one left from the cat community around my parents’ country home. My parents stopped going there regularly because of my mom, and the cats dispersed, but they left this little one behind.

I took her home and now she’s ours. She’s already grown huge, eats constantly, and we all love her. Symbolically, it’s loss that gives space to new love and life. I like that in a sad, nostalgic way.

Work is good. Busy, actually. We’re delivering a lot of cool stuff at Satispay, there’s even more going on as we start planning for the new year, and there’s energy there even when everything else feels heavy.

November is birthdays: my brother, my daughter. It’s also winter settling in, rain, shorter days. Mixed, in every sense. Mixed at every level.

I’m holding contradictions right now: loss and new life, grief and celebration, energy and despair.

Not trying to resolve them. Just holding them.

Goals

I am focusing a lot on my mom’s situation, so this month I reduced the goals.

Here’s where I’m aiming at:

• Creation: Starting a series about going from nothing to the internet. More about this soon.
• Learning: Deep diving in baking and bread making. I’m baking bread twice a week, and it’s so tasty.
• Environment: Making home also home for the kitten. It’s busier and busier, where I live. But it’s good busy.
• People: Being present for my family, reaching out to people that matter to me in spite of it all.

On my mind

Radical Focus

by Sönke Ahrens

★★★☆☆

Finished Read

No person would give up even an inch of their estate, and the slightest dispute with a neighbor can mean hell to pay; yet we easily let others encroach on our lives—worse, we often pave the way for those who will take it over. No person hands out their money to passersby, but to how many do each of us hand out our lives! We’re tight-fisted with property and money, yet think too little of wasting time, the one thing about which we should all be the toughest misers.