The mess we hide
I see a thousand homes a year, most a little messy — like us. We polish the outside, but inside can feel heavier. Opening up brings relief.
Where do thoughts go?
Thoughts come and go like clouds. Writing helps me catch them, turn them into raindrop letters, and clear the fog for a while.
Catching creativity
Even in dull routines, inspiration isn’t gone. With a small shift, a different angle, the colors can return — and creativity with them.
The free ride
Life is quite a ride — ups and downs, laughter and sorrow — and the best part is that the ticket was free. A reminder to pause, look back, and feel grateful.
The silent applause
Loneliness in blogging isn’t always what it seems. Even when we don’t hear the claps or see the likes, there may still be a quiet audience out there, listening.
Not good in group
I’m not good in group. Too many voices, too much at once, so I slip away to recharge and find my quiet rhythm again.
Guided by the Sandman
Sometimes the best guide isn’t logic or lists, but the way my body exhales and finally rests.
Too many balls in the air
In Sweden we say “många bollar i luften” (many balls in the air). I’ve learned I’m not that person. I prefer focusing on one thing.
Why write for an audience?
Why I write for an audience, the quiet nudge it gives me, and the blogkin family that makes it all worthwhile.
The courage to trust ourselves
Sometimes it’s not about the noise around us, but the quiet nudge within, asking if this is really the right path.
The real problem isn’t the problem
Most problems aren’t what they seem. Sometimes it’s just our minds turning small things into big ones.
The "just one more" trap
We keep saying just one more book, podcast, or tip before we finally start. But the truth is, we have to find out for ourselves what actually works.
How I use AI for my blog
A look at how I use AI on my blog — from proofreading and meta descriptions to small design tweaks — and why I see it as a helpful tool rather than a shortcut.
Passion doesn’t shout
Sometimes the quiet things matter most — like leaving a home safer or writing a blog post simply because you care.
The kindness of early warnings
Sometimes the smallest warnings save us from the biggest surprises — in houses, and in life.
The mysterious people
A flooded basement, a child’s laughter, and a reminder that we could all use a little more curiosity and playfulness in our grown-up lives.
My lucky seven
Seven years, 6642 places, and countless faces. Looking back, what I’m most grateful for isn’t the places I’ve seen but the support I received when life hit hardest.
When worry grows like mould
A day of house inspections turned into a reminder of how easily we let worry grow — just like mould — often over things that turn out to be nothing at all.
The boredom antidote
Staying home doesn’t have to be dull — the secret is having something you love to do.
Right here, right hiraeth
Today I learned the word hiraeth, a longing for a past that may never have existed, and it made me think about memories, nostalgia, and living in the now.