New hobby, what’s this?
Updated: Jan 15
Well here we go then, it’s a blog! Or in my mind it’s more like a diary I guess. Where I used to be DJing and going out, my life drastically changed because of the incident. A reality which only now, almost four years later, is beginning to settle in. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not depressed or anything, but it’s not easy figuring out where my (new-to-me) limits are and finding stuff to do along the way. The reality is, luckily, that I’m still able to do a lot of things. It’s just a matter of figuring out alternative ways of doing these without exceeding my limits.
As I write this last sentence I know of course the reality is different. Way different. Obviously this is the ‘optimistic-spirit-of-life’ of looking at things and trying to make the best of it without feeling too limited in everyday life. But the reality isn’t that I have to be careful not exceeding my limits, it’s that I have to get used to myself having way lower expectations than before.
But the reality isn’t that I have to be careful not exceeding my limits, it’s that I have to get used to myself having way lower expectations than before.
Yes. That’s a harsh reality. I’ve always been one to go for 110%. Only the best was good enough and if the best wasn’t possible, at least I could feel good about myself knowing I gave it my all. Working 60 hours a week and going to Holland over the weekend was a regular deal for me. Now I’m struggling at 12 hours a week and have to plan my every step to make sure I’m recovered enough for the next week.
Luckily though I’m not alone. I’ve moved to Switzerland with my girlfriend and she’s been at my side through every single step, leap, jump and crash along the way. I can’t imagine how she must have felt after learning that I’ve not only narrowly escaped death, but was there in the hospital being my optimistic self laughing it all away. How many times I exceeded my limits against all doctors orders only to end up in bed again for a week or two. And yet she was always there with a smile, a good old ‘I told you so’ and a cup of tea. Making sure I’d get my rest only for me to do it all over again. Yes I’m that stubborn.
Fortunately so is she. And even after all those years of me struggling to get a grip on life, she just kept going. Working top hours at our local hospital and being there for me in good times and bad. I’ve known from day one that this is the girl I want to marry and this feeling only grows stronger every day. Last year I popped the question and we‘re looking forward to leaving all this behind us and starting a new chapter in our book.
In the spirit of looking ahead to a brighter future and making the most of life as it is, I’ve started to pick up a hobby in photography. The result of that hobby is this. For me, this will be a place to write my thoughts and share some pics. I hope whoever is reading this enjoys it! And if you’d like to contact me, shoot me a DM.
That’s it for now, keep pushing!