I’ve seen the word peace an alarming amount of times today..
And now I know why.
As I laid my head down to rest, my mind began to go full throttle as in scanned through and disposed of the miscellaneous everyday information that was given to me today and became fixated on recent situations that left me with no peace. I began to chastise myself internally, then shortly it became a verbal discipline with myself.
In attempts to redo the situation or conversation, I began to see (imagine) in my mind (visually) what needed to be done about it in order for me to be at peace..otherwise I’m compromising my own tolerations and boundaries. I realized that’s all I needed to do—yes, it would be ideal the first time to get things right, but I’m working through the frozen-silence when I become triggered and misunderstood.
I now have a plan as to how I’ll move forward and what moving forward will look like, for me rather than incorporating others into it.
I felt the storm, but I also brought an umbrella and I am going to use it.
This all reminds me that I can still be at peace even when I’m shedding, transitioning, and even still searching. Peace is also home—residing in me, or the home that I find in others (you, current, previous, and future friends & lovers).
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