Bro, Sweden — surf’s up. 🏄♂️
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.
Stockholm, Sweden — this tiny piece of street art made me stop and think. I guess it did its job.
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.
Finished reading: The Night Stalker by Chris Carter 📚
Great read! Just as horrifying as the others in the series — which is exactly what I was hoping for.
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.