Or maybe it’s not all anxiety.
Maybe some of what I’m feeling is exhaustion.
Maybe some of it is uncertainty.
Maybe some of it is carrying tomorrow before it arrives.
Lately, I’ve caught myself searching for peace somewhere outside of myself.
One more answer.
One more conversation.
One more plan.
One more thing to fix.
But what if peace isn’t waiting for me somewhere in the future?
What if it’s already here?
What if I’ve just gotten really good at overlooking it?
I’ve also been thinking about the things that quietly fuel my anxiety.
For me, alcohol is one of them.
Not necessarily while I’m drinking.
The next morning.
The racing thoughts.
The low-grade dread.
The feeling that something is wrong even when nothing is.
So maybe I don’t need another solution right now.
Maybe I just need less of what isn’t helping.
Less alcohol.
Less scrolling.
Less catastrophizing.
Less trying to solve problems that don’t exist yet.
And more of what consistently makes me feel like myself.
Walking.
Writing.
Cleaning the kitchen.
Listening to music.
Being present with my kids.
Making dinner.
Reading a good book.
The ordinary things.
The things that never seem important enough until I stop doing them.
I’ve spent so much time focusing on what I want next that I’ve forgotten to notice what I already have.
A home.
A family.
Work that matters.
Food on the table.
People who love me.
Another morning to wake up and try again.
Maybe gratitude isn’t pretending everything is perfect.
Maybe it’s simply noticing that not everything is wrong.
Today, I’m not trying to fix my entire life.
I’m just taking a walk.
Cleaning one room.
Writing a few pages.
Trusting that peace grows in small places.
And remembering that sometimes the life I’m wishing for is already sitting right in front of me.
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