Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little place on de Heeswijkseweg, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I had a session scheduled with this client, let’s call him “Mike.” Mike’s been dealing with some heavy stuff, and I’m all prepped to help him out. But then, boom! My bike gets a flat tire. Like, really? On the one day I need it to work? So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging cars on de Dintherseweg, praying I don’t get hit. I’m sweating like a pig, and I’m late. Classic.
Finally, I get to the café where we meet. It’s this cute little spot called De Koffieboon. I love it there. The barista knows my order by heart. But today? The line is out the door! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! I got a therapy session to save!”
I finally get my coffee—thank God for caffeine, right?—and rush to the park. We usually meet at the little bench by the water. It’s peaceful there, you know? But when I get there, Mike’s not there. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I sit down, sip my coffee, and start to wonder if I’m in the wrong place.
Then, outta nowhere, I see this kid on a bike zooming past. He’s got no helmet, just flying down the path like he’s in the Tour de France or something. I’m half impressed, half terrified. I mean, Heeswijk-Dinther is pretty chill, but that kid’s got some serious guts.
After waiting for what feels like forever, Mike finally shows up. He’s all flustered, like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he got lost trying to find the park. I’m like, “Dude, it’s literally right off de Kerkstraat!” But hey, we dive into it. He starts talking about his issues, and I’m all ears.
But then, halfway through, I get this weird feeling. Like, I’m supposed to be helping him, but I’m also thinking about my flat tire and the coffee I spilled on my shirt. I mean, come on! Can’t a guy catch a break?
Anyway, we have a breakthrough. Mike starts to smile, and I’m like, “YES! Progress!” But then, just as I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, it starts to rain. Like, outta nowhere. I’m talking torrential downpour. We scramble for cover under a tree, and I’m laughing because it’s just so ridiculous.
After the session, I’m soaked, but I’m also kinda happy. I mean, I helped someone today, right? But then I remember my bike. Ugh. I trudge back to de Heeswijkseweg, drenched and grumpy.
On my way home, I pass by the old castle, Kasteel Heeswijk. It’s beautiful, but I’m too tired to appreciate it. I just wanna get home, dry off, and forget this day ever happened.
Finally, I get home, and I’m like, “What a rollercoaster.” I plop down on my couch, kick off my wet shoes, and just breathe. I think about how life in Heeswijk-Dinther is full of surprises. One minute you’re helping someone, the next you’re dodging raindrops and flat tires.
So yeah, that was my day. Emotional, chaotic, and totally worth it. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a working bike. But you know what I mean!