Second Year: When It Stops Being New


I ended 2025 better than I started.

My second year continued this journey beautifully by bringing new people into my life and opening new opportunities. It was a year of many first times and the first time in my life when I had the energy to truly enjoy them, because I also had plenty of quiet days. I plan to make room for even more.



So I might as well try to go against the current and see what happens.

I think we all miss the silence, the analog, nature, intimacy, privacy, space to embrace madness and time to simply be human.


Work, As It Relates to All This

I now have what I consider a steady number of clients; not too few to worry when projects end, not too many to prevent me from staying open to new connections. I’m not stressed. I did less web design this year and more research work. Graphic design remained steady. Photography was a spark. Drawing my dreams was the real breakthrough. And lately, I’ve been daydreaming about the steps needed to start tattooing again. Traveling for both work and rest became possible in 2025, which is new for me. Being less stressed also meant I finally had time to do more medical checkups and those went well.

This article is rather short and it reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend on New Year’s Eve. He asked:

β€œHow are you? How are things going?”

β€œGood.”

β€œYou’ve been saying good for a long time now. What is this good? What does it look like? πŸ˜‚β€

The truth is, I don’t really have much to say. A lot happened, sure; but every moment brought me exactly where I’m supposed to be. No major red flags in my relationships. Work is smoothing out and bringing new opportunities. My health is okay. Artistically, I’m more inspired than ever, so I’m staying in the shadows to create.

There’s nothing else to add, really. I’m on my way, and it’s a blast.


What’s in Store for Year Three?

Lots of art | Connections | Relaxation in nature

You won’t be hearing from me in year three. I’ll get back to you in year six, then again in year twelve.


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