connection through words-arkiv

A writing journey began as a way to understand myself, but it has become a way to meet others.
When I dare to share my words, someone else might dare to share theirs.
Courage grows when we share it.

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Every little bar – the beginning of my writing journey

I have been writing for a long time. To understand.
Sometimes to cope.
To land in myself when the world around me moves too fast or too big.

In the beginning, I didn’t really care who might stop by.
I mostly saw the numbers — one view, then two, sometimes more.
But numbers are quiet.
They don’t tell you that someone actually sat there reading
and maybe felt something.

It took time before I understood that behind every tiny bar in my stats
there was a person.
Someone with a day, a feeling, a thought — who paused right here.
Maybe they even read another post.
And then I began to think that maybe my words meant something to someone else,
the way someone else’s words sometimes mean something to me.

This writing journey has carried me through days of doubt and days of courage,
and everything in between.

writing journey — writing at my kitchen table where my words can land

Everyday moments – where the writing journey continues

My writing journey started in the small and ordinary moments,
where life often hides what matters most.

I’ve written about everyday life and those tiny moments we hardly notice
as they happen — but that turn out to be important
when we stop and write them down.

I’ve written about children who need to be understood,
about adults trying to manage,
about love and chaos in the same breath.
And slowly, that opened doors — in me and in the words.

Dare to feel – dare to write

The strange thing is, I never thought:
Now I’m going to become a better writer.

But when I look back, I see that I have grown.
Not because I tried to be good,
but because I dared a little more.

Dared to express what hurts.
Dared to describe what is beautiful.
Dared to let someone read before fear arrived.

The world stops by – and the writing journey grows

And suddenly the world stopped by.
A view from Denmark.
Someone in the United States.
A reader from Ireland.

Someone who took the time to be here in my words.
It still surprises me —
that something I wrote in a quiet moment
can land far away, in another rhythm, another life.

It is beautiful.
And it makes me brave in a way I can’t fully explain.

A place where courage belongs

Perhaps courage isn’t found in big gestures.
But in opening a small part of ourselves
and letting someone look in — just a little.

That is what I want this blog to be.
A place where we can dare a little together.

If I dare to be me,
maybe you can dare to be you.

If you ever feel like sharing something back… please do.
A sentence, a word, a thought.
It might mean more than you think —
for both of us.

Yesterday rests in history.
Tomorrow waits further ahead.
But right now — this is where life happens.
And I am grateful you are here in my “right now.”

My writing journey continues with every word I dare to share
and every word you might recognize yourself in.