Peace

I am writing this feeling blissfully peaceful, just having come out of a nice steamy bath, in which I finished reading a pretty good novel. I have tried to find and recognize these little slivers of peace as they pop up in my life each day. I am not great at slowing down, so often I miss out on these peaceful feelings.

I breathe a moment of peace some mornings when I catch a glimpse of the pinky, hazy sunrise in the window while I’m scurrying around to make the morning coffee. Sometimes it’s in the middle of the night when my littlest wakes up and wants to be held, and we share the 3am silence in her rocking chair. Sometimes it is between teaching classes when I breathe in those precious quiet minutes of regrouping.

I realize that I focus on the anxiety, the negatives. We all do, I know, but there are so many beautiful slivers of peace and contentment in my days, and I’m thankful for the times when I stop to see them. Day 43.

Published by Quitter

I’m a college professor, wife, and mother of 2 small kids. I’m on a recovery journey 20 years in the making.

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