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Where your feet are

About the present, the future and not missing what's in front of you Today was brief, at least, I felt it this way, which is how most days have felt over the last couple of weeks. Time vanishing in front of my eyes. I don't love

I don't want to miss a thing

About preserving the precious present You are growing fast. Like everyone said you would, like everyone says when they see you, like when your mom and I remember how little you were just three months ago, when we first got you home. Every time I see you, I know it&

Our family in one moment

Our family in one moment

About Sunday lunches, three generations in one kitchen, and food that keeps us together I think there are certain moments that define every family. Habits, traditions, ceremonies, celebrations, events, you name it. They all have a version of it. In our case, most of this, if not all, revolves around

Don't break the chain

About commitment, consistency and knowing why you do something I believe that the highest form of commitment is the one that you have towards yourself, and that only if you are able to abide by it, you will be truly able to be committed and reliable to others. Years ago

What else?

About paternity leave and enjoying every second of it Gratitude. That's what I think about. Paternity leave, so far, has been the best. Being 100 percent focused and available to my family, it's an incredible feeling. Rewarding, peaceful, satisfactory. It's also great to have

I Wish

And always will... I miss you. A lot... My mom was telling this story about you today, of you showing up with these two massive bags of diapers the first time you went to visit us, because, as she always says, since the first time you knew I was on

That moment together

About commitments, intention, and what really matters Wednesday night, sit down, write things up, review, edit, review again, publish, go to bed. Smooth. Easy. That was the plan. It didn't work. Why? Because we have a baby, and although over the last two months I have managed to

Don't like it, or is it just hard?

About being honest with yourself about which one it is The snatch has been, through all my years doing CrossFit, my least favourite movement. Why? I didn't like it. Why? I can tell you many things, but in a nutshell, because it is hard for me. It'

The Gig

About tiredness, wanted rest and responsibility Today is very simple. Nothing mystical, thoughtful or profound, but real and truthful. I'm exhausted. A feeling I'm not used to experiencing, luckily or oddly, but today it's very present. Very much. That feeling of wanting the world

Still forever, or as long as possible

About the best feeling in the world and enjoying while it last Days are going by so quickly. Hours vanish through the day like sand slipping through your fingers. Days feel short and long, and heavy and smooth. It can be the tiredness, it can be the lack of sleep

Looking at you

About wanting to never forget I can't stop seeing your beautiful, little face. I can see it all day, every day. Staring into your eyes, as you stare into mine, sometimes making me wonder: What can you see? Because it feels like you can look through me, straight

All day

About nappy changes, washing loads, and being reliable when it's hard Wake up. Nappy change. Feed. Put him back to bed, all this while staying quiet so mum can get some sleep. Put a washing on (for him). Do some admin work (because you know, you still have

Front row seat

About writer's block, a small person, and just watching I'm not going to lie. I'm not going to pretend. Today this feels harder than usual, and way harder than expected. My mind is blank. Ideas have completely abandoned me, and all I have left

Blurry and tired

About perspective, support and balance The last two weeks have been a complete blur. They have gone fast, and at times have even been confusing. Everything feels, well, blurry. Time passes differently. 10 am is like my 6 am. Midnight seems like 10 pm. At any given time, it is

Not mine

About choice, change, and fatherhood It's very late; everyone is asleep, and the truth is that I want to be in bed too. Badly. Instead, I'm telling myself to keep writing as letters get blurry in front of my eyes and ideas mix with dreams while

Memory Attic

About forgotten memories and how I revisit them I love this feeling that I get every time I remember very old memories, memories that I forgot I had. Moments that happened long ago, and that, although special, have not been relived or shared with someone in a long time. Because

Why is it that we don't do this more often? Or maybe we do...

Why is it that we don't do this more often? Or maybe we do...

About date nights, middle-of-the-week dinners out, and spontaneity Last week we decided to go out for dinner... on a Tuesday night! We had a gift card to use and very little time to enjoy the last ounces of complete freedom and flexibility that comes with a childless

Still writing

Over the last few hours, I have sat in front of the keyboard, trying to find my way around words, paralysed, looking to find the idea and the inspiration that will guide what tonight's post is going to be about. It's like pushing against a wall,

I thought I had it

Sometimes you think you have a clear idea of what you are going after, but the gap between that vision and the execution is way wider than anticipated. Today is one of those days. I had a clear view of what I was going for. The heart of the story,

Commits and Delivers

Commits and Delivers

When you live in the UK, but even more when you live in Scotland, the weather is going to be an intrinsic part of your daily life. Like it or not. Everything revolves around it. And people talk and complain about it a lot; probably more than they do about

Blocked tap

There is a paradox that comes with being hyper-creative and, at the same time, getting stuck not knowing what to do next. Suddenly, everything goes blank. Everything stops. There’s no flow of ideas. Words don’t come out. The path is nonexistent. Where did it all go? It’

83

My dad turned 83. Another year of life, although when I reflect on it, it seems a bit unfathomable, I immediately find myself saying the cliche "How time flies". Because it's true. I have these clear memories of my dad at different points in my life,

Stillness

Those mornings in which the Clyde is so still that everywhere you look is a clear reflection of what's above. 🗺️ Place: Glasgow, Scotland 📍 Location: 22 November 2025 📅 Date taken: South Portland Street Suspension Bridge 📷 Camera: iPhone 13 Pro

Food. Family. Foundation.

Food. Family. Foundation.

🗺️ Place: Glasgow, Scotland 📍 Location: Dennistoun 📅 Date taken: 16 November 2025 📷 Camera: iPhone 13 Food is self-explanatory, or at least you would think so. A bunch of ingredients that, once combined, turn into something else. We eat it. We move one. Yet, that's not the case. It could

Sunny Sunday

🗺️ Place: Glasgow, Scotland 📍 Location: Great Western Road - West End 📅 Date taken: 16 November 2025 📷 Camera: iPhone 13 Pro People, sun, that very close-to-December vibe, and cold weather. What else could you expect at this time of the year?