Bluesfest, GP Toronto and First Tattoo

Ottawa has an outdoor music festival every summer. Heather suggested I should volunteer there because it’s fun and you get to see the shows for free, so that’s what I did. Most volunteers return every year so a lot of them already knew each other. I did five shifts in total for about three hours each night. The last night was a special treat because it was a very slow night for me and I got to enjoy the Muse concert. 🙂

  • no parking spots
  • sexy shirts
  • The best job: bar keeper
  • my team
  • MUSE!

July 21-23 was GP weekend in Toronto. I had already planned to go there even before I arrived in Canada. Sinan, a friend from Switzerland asked me if I wanted to go there since his wife was going to visit relatives in the summer anyway. I drove there with my dem boyz friends and met up with Sinan at the event. I unfortunately didn’t have a lot of time to explore Toronto since I spent most of the time at the event center playing magic. But Sinan, Samar and I went out for dinner on Saturday night and had an epic battle after the meal. I think the photo makes it pretty clear who won. Sinan and Samar would end up staying a little longer while dem boyz and I drove back to Ottawa on Sunday night. I got home at 4:30 am. I was lucky to have a late shift that day. 😀

  • Roadtrip!
  • spin break
  • This guy was judging GP Madrid too!
  • Joel after the ride home

I have been taking antidepressants since the beginning of 2017. While it was definitely not as bad as my first episode in 2012 I still struggled quite a bit. On some days I had to call in sick at work because I couldn’t even bring myself to get up out of bed. Two weeks ago I have taken my last pill. I took the opportunity to commemorate this day with my first tattoo: a semicolon. Over the last couple of years, the semicolon had established itself as a symbol for mental health. It has a simple but powerful message: A semicolon is used when the author could have ended the sentence but decided to keep going. The sentence is our life. And the author is us.

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