Preserving your peace doesn’t mean floating through life like a lavender-scented cloud. It means choosing your energy over every petty distraction that wants to rent space in your head. And trust me, I’m not naturally peaceful. I’m opinionated, occasionally dramatic, and blessed with a brain that loves a black-and-white spiral. But I’m learning. Softness doesn’t mean weakness. And peace? It’s become my favourite quiet rebellion.

Your energy is precious. Here’s how to protect it with care, without disappearing or defending. Just space, truth, and enoughness.

You don’t have to rush. You don’t need to perform. You just need to decide that surviving is no longer the full story. This is your nudge. Your moment. Your spell. Let it abound.

We were taught to shrink. To be “nice.” To not take up too much space. To prioritise being palatable over being powerful. And somewhere along the way, we learned to associate our light with risk....

There are places inside you still warm from the fire. Places where something ended, maybe all at once, maybe over time. And yet, quietly, beneath the ash, something else stirs. Not because you forced it. Not because it’s time. But because it is ready.