What brings you peace?
Peace isn’t some fairy tale bubble where everything’s perfect and quiet. For me, peace is a hard earned stillness in a life that’s been anything but. It’s the rare moments when the noise inside my head finally quiets down, the endless ‘what ifs’, the worries, the gnawing sense that I’m not quite enough.
Peace is that first moment I lace up my trainers and step onto the treadmill, the room still cool and quiet. The steady rhythm of my feet hitting the belt drowns out the constant hum of work stress and the endless to-do lists. It’s just me and my breath, no deadlines, no pressure, no fights to keep my head above water. It’s freedom in motion.
It’s the quiet hours when I finally sit with my journal, the pages where I don’t have to pretend, where I let my messy thoughts spill out without judgement. Writing strips away the bullshit expectations and lets me see myself without the filter of fear or shame. It’s where I find clarity in my own chaos.
And yes, peace is knowing that even if life piles on the crap, none of that defines me. Peace is carving out space to dream about something better, something that’s mine, writing, creating, and living on my own terms. It’s the stubborn hope that I’m not stuck forever.
That’s what brings me peace, the messy, imperfect, fierce moments where I choose myself, even when it’s hard.
Lottie x
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