I have a passion for peace of mind. That may sound contradictory. Passion is something intensely felt and lived. Peace of mind implies calm and quiet. They seem like opposites. But for me, having grown up in a chaotic home where I could never count on quiet or calm, I developed a hole inside where it wasn’t, and an accompanying drive to find what I didn’t know I was missing. It’s taken a long time to discover that I craved, longed for, just deep down bone needed, peace of mind. And just as long to find a path to achieving it on a regular and ongoing basis.
I’m not sure if I originally had peace of mind, although I imagine every child is naturally at ease until he or she is introduced to anxiety and disharmony. All I remember is the anxiety, which for me started at an early age, before 10 years old. This early anxiety developed into self-loathing in my teen years and continued into adulthood.
My life to date has been a journey to reclaim what I imagine was that natural state of mind, the ability to be at peace in the present. How was I wounded and how did I recover? How did I come to hate myself and how did I bring myself back to a place of self-love? How do I face the inevitable difficulties of life with equanimity and manage to bring myself back time after time to acceptance and even happiness no matter what is going on in my life?
This blog is an ongoing dialog – with myself and hopefully with others – to explore the answers to these and other questions on my continuing journey toward joy. I share my stories with you in the hopes that they might help you discover your own deep and hidden reserves of passion and encourage you to pursue a life’s path that may not always seem clear to you.