Choosing writing
I’ve tried mixing my blog up, but it never feels right. In the end, it’s not about less, it’s about choosing what matters most to me.
I’ve tried mixing my blog up, but it never feels right. In the end, it’s not about less, it’s about choosing what matters most to me.
Sometimes the smallest shift in perspective can turn a frustration into a little gift. A story about my mom, an iPad, and a red dot that found its silver lining.
It’s easy to make promises. The real challenge is keeping them — and it starts with only promising what we can deliver.
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.
Thoughts come and go like clouds. Writing helps me catch them, turn them into raindrop letters, and clear the fog for a while.
Even in dull routines, inspiration isn’t gone. With a small shift, a different angle, the colors can return — and creativity with them.
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.
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.
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.
Sometimes the best guide isn’t logic or lists, but the way my body exhales and finally rests.
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 I write for an audience, the quiet nudge it gives me, and the blogkin family that makes it all worthwhile.
Sometimes it’s not about the noise around us, but the quiet nudge within, asking if this is really the right path.
Most problems aren’t what they seem. Sometimes it’s just our minds turning small things into big ones.
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.
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.
Sometimes the quiet things matter most — like leaving a home safer or writing a blog post simply because you care.
Sometimes the smallest warnings save us from the biggest surprises — in houses, and in life.
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.
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.