1) Every time I sit down to write a blog post, I wonder what can I write that hasn’t already been written.
2) Every time I wake to a cold house, I feel like I’m living in Little House on the Prairie as I light a fire for warmth. (That’s a good thing.)
3) Every time my husband travels to the far corners of the world, I feel grateful that I miss him even more today than ever before.
4) Every time I doubt myself as a writer, I remind myself how fortunate I am to be published at all.
5) Every time the sun shines here in Sweden, I close my eyes and let it soak into my skin.
6) Every time my friend needs a shoulder, I realize how lucky I am to have my children safe at home and how I wish I could take her pain away for all time.
7) Every time I see my daughter dancing on stage, I cry.
8) Every time I start reading a new book, I rid myself of expectations.
9) Every time I fall in love with a book, I try with every fibre in me, to read it slowly and make it last.
10) Every time I see a person sitting outside the shops with a cup and sign, I feel uncomfortable and angry and ashamed of myself all at once, when I walk right past.
11) Every time I look them in the eye and smile, it feels good.
12) Every time I step out of my comfort zone, I tell myself that if nothing else, this will be a great experience.
13) Every time my teenage children confide in me, I whisper to myself, “Don’t blow it, Susan, just keep quiet and listen.”
14) Every time I keep quiet and listen, I can feel their appreciation.
15) Every time my children tell me a grade from school, I try my hardest to react like my husband does—non-judgmental and proud.
16) Every time I have writer’s block, the frustration is so excruciating, I think I could go mad.
17) Every time I come across one of those melt in your mouth expressions or words, I feel like I’ve gone to writer’s heaven.
18) Every time I think of my sister, I wish she was close enough to drop by for a cup of tea.
19) Every time I see an overweight person jogging, I feel admiration and inspired.
20) Every time a moose visits our garden, nothing else matters.
If you would like to share your twenty or even ten “times”, I’d enjoy hearing from you.