On inner peace

Lately I’ve realised something mildly tragic but mostly funny: I’ve been having some massive blind spots about inner peace, which explains why I hardly felt at peace 🙃

First, I missed the point that inner peace is… well, inner. You’d think the name would have clued me in, but no. I spent years outsourcing my calm to the “out there.” I thought if I could just organise the "out there" - the tasks, the space, the people - the "in here" would naturally settle.

But does the peace out there even exist? Apparently, life always finds new ways to shake the table. Waiting for the external order to deliver some internal calm is a miscalculation at best, and an addiction at worst.

My second blind spot: I wasn’t actually choosing inner peace; I was just loving the idea of it. When it came to practical decision-making, I threw peace out the window so easily, even for little things like emails and bad weather. For the longest time, I treated inner peace just as an afterthought, after all is said and done.

Now in my late 30s, I'm moving forward with the vision that inner peace is important to me, and it isn’t waiting on the other side of an ever-expanding to-do list. Inner peace is inner. And it’s a priority.