“I just don’t have enough energy to let anyone steal my peace.”
I don’t quite recall what I said that about. I feel like I’m taking this approach frequently. Not sure if it’s a sign of maturity or just exhaustion.
Some days (or perhaps many days) it’s easier said than done.
Some days it seems like everyone wants a piece of me.
Some days my phone blows up while I’m in the middle of a thing.
(I said I wasn’t available today. I need to turn this thing off.)
(Why are the spam risk calls so out of control.)
Some days I just have a lot on the schedule and to do list.
Some days I commit to a thing and it grows way more complicated than I ever thought it could.
Turn on the television (especially news) and everyone seems angry.
Turn on the internet and everyone seems angry.
Get drawn into a conversation and you might find out what people are angry about.
Sure, there are things worth some righteous anger in this world. But over how many circuses and monkeys are we appointing ourselves caretakers when they aren’t our responsibility? When they don’t affect our daily lives to any measurable extent?
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. ~John 14:27
