Galloping into Contentment

Smile. Imagine. What if the unpleasant brain noises stopped, suddenly, unmistakably, and inside was quiet? What if the pushy one and the cheery one and the wannabe good one all poof - disappeared? Silent.

What would be left? The body. Breathe, eat, rest, move, feel. Sensation, with very little thought. Some logistics, no churn, no chase.

And look there she is — Evie or someone not dead yet going to weaponize peace. Gonna weaponize calm.

Like, “Maybe it’s too calm. Too peaceful. I could, should, what about this?”

Eh. Nope. I’m gonna keep going.