I've been thinking a lot about people's choice of to be or not to be vaccinated. In a very short period of time I've come across some mind sets which are so opposed to each other that I can't help but fear for humanity's future.

After two weeks submerged in a story about the current terrible condition of bridges and quay walls in Amsterdam that I was commissioned to write for a distinguished magazine, I finally find respite and come back to firm soil. For days and nights this was all I could think, write and dream about. Such a time-consuming story that, once it was done, I felt empty.

I don't recall the last time I went without drinking coffee. In fact, I cannot even remember when I would just wake up and function properly without a caffeine boost. It's Thursday afternoon and all I can think about is how I'll make it through the day. Has my entire routine been shaped to rely upon that black stimulant?

I am a Latin, sensitive woman who sometimes has to deal with very strong PMS. All this might be the most genuine combination to make you cry during random circumstances. I cried at yoga class. Ironically, deep inside my heart, I saw this day coming.

Finally I understand why I feel weird about bank holidays. Since I’ve become an entrepreneur, somehow I’ve stopped feeling pleased about some deserved laziness implied in such days as though they are not for me (and for no one else who happens to be in charge of their own business).

A lot has happened in the past months but nothing as exciting as the recent reopening of terraces in Amsterdam. It finally seems that our once dynamic city is waking up again. With that comes a sort of a lost sensation of hope, freedom and joy. The Dutch weather has been cooperating to the outside experience itself, even though it feels amazing to breathe fresh air again.

You may call me old-fashioned, resistant and even think that I’m just being naïve or uninformed of what’s going on out there. But I prefer to describe myself as insusceptible: which is one of the most precious characteristics I appreciate about myself.

How long can we cope with boredom? Two or three days? Maybe a week or a bit more? I think that any of these options may be more than enough to acknowledge that being absorbed by tedium is one of the most frustrating feelings one can have. Now imagine one whole year.