On perspective

Biking back home over the infamous Nesciobrug (you know, that long, high bridge you have to cross when you’ve got so many clients in IJburg, like me) is a necessary evil. Especially when you’re cycling straight into the wind... like is most days. I dread that stretch. It’s always such a slow, sweaty ordeal!

Halfway up today, I see a man who’s stopped his bike right around the middle. Just standing there, sunglasses on, looking around like he’s a bit confused. I’m struggling to pedal, but also watching him, thinking maybe he just couldn’t handle the climb. Did he need help?

Just as I’m about to stop and ask, he suddenly throws his arms out and shouts, to no one and everyone: “Wat een mooie brug!” (What a beautiful bridge!)

I had to laugh.

Because… he’s right. It is a beautiful bridge.

Maybe I dread it just a little less now ❤️

In the picture: My loyal two-wheeler on the infamous bridge.