This isn’t long, but it’s important.
It’s about protecting your peace.
I have always idealized protecting my peace—treated it like a saying I lived by, but never truly practiced it.
Until now.
And let me tell you, there is no rest for the wicked.
I thought that choosing peace over chaos—my usual drug of choice—was going to be a very zen, birds-chirping, sun-shining, peaceful experience.
Wrong! Very wrong!
I am fighting for my peace, for my life! It feels like I’m in *Plants vs. Zombies*, and the zombies are definitely winning!
Protecting your peace is no small feat. You must do whatever it takes to remain in that place of serenity.
Block, ignore, don’t look, walk the other way, close your eyes, turn your music up loud—whatever it is. Do it. It’s worth it. Peace is good. It’s strong and quiet. It’s formative. It’s powerful.
Chaos is loud. It’s weakening. It’s self-sacrificing.
I don’t have to sacrifice my values for what’s meant for me. What brings me peace won’t cause internal strife. What helps me sleep easier doesn’t hurt—it heals.
So I’ll keep fighting. I will protect my peace at all costs, no matter what it takes. I’ll be there to protect what matters most: me.