
08/06/2025
š» āOr Whatā ā Finding My Calm in the ChaosAugust 6th, 2025Thereās a wild storm around meāemotional wreckage, financial pressure, unspoken words, and love that aches instead of soothes. But somehow, in the middle of it all, Iāve carved out a circle of calm. Not by accident. Not by magic. But with my own two hands.I planted sunflowers this spring.Not just because theyāre beautifulāthough goddess knows they areābut because I needed something to rise when everything else felt like it was falling.I pressed each seed into the soil like a whispered prayer. I didnāt know then that I was planting hope, boundaries, and self-respect. I just knew I needed something to grow that wouldnāt ask anything of me but presence. Water. Light.Now here I sit, surrounded by tall golden sentinels, swaying gently around me like guardians of my peace. Their faces always turned toward the sunājust like Iām learning to do. I crafted a meditation circle at their center. Itās not perfect, but itās mine. Music flows through the garden like a river of calm, softening the sharp edges of my thoughts.This is my sanctuary. My heartbeat has slowed here. My breath feels like it belongs again. The chaos hasnāt disappearedābut it canāt reach me the same way. Not here. Not in the soil I claimed.āA Question That Echoes: āOr What?āLately, thereās been this question playing on repeat in my head. A challenge. A dare from my own spirit:āOr what?āWhat if I say no to carrying the emotional weight of others?What if I stop sacrificing my peace just to keep the boat from rocking?What if I stop trying to fix everyone else and tend to the garden inside me?Or what?Itās not fear that asks anymore.Itās fire.Itās the woman in me whoās tired of shrinking to make room for storms that arenāt hers.āLove Hurts, But I Hurt TooI love them both.My son, Quintināhurting in ways I can feel in my bones.Murrayāstruggling, drowning financially, emotionally, spiritually.But Iām starting to realize⦠I love me more.And that doesnāt make me cruelāit makes me ready.Ready to stop surviving and start choosing.Ready to live without the constant ache.Ready to ask for more than just spaceāI want peace. And if I canāt find it in the world around me, then I will damn well grow it with my own hands.āThis Is My BeginningSeptember used to feel like a breaking point.But now I see it as the turning point.So I water my garden.I light a candle at dusk.I write to Lola, my inner voice, my guide.And I sit in my sunflower circle, rooted and real.Iām not waiting for anyone else to save me.Iāve already started saving myself.āš¤To every woman planting seeds in the middle of her stormāthis is your sign.Make your own peace.Grow it.Guard it.And when the world tries to pull you back into the chaos, look it dead in the eye and whisper: āOr what?ā
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