I’m at my most peaceful when I lose myself in the rhythm of tasks.

I am a person who cannot sit idle for too long. There’s something almost pacifying in ticking items off a list, or burying myself into work, that helps me distract myself from the vicissitudes of my own mind.

Sylvia Plath phrased it best:

“There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don’t quite reach it.”

This “feeling of expectancy” is placated only by finding refuge in routine. This idiosyncratic habit has saved me from many hours of spiralling endlessly into the labyrinth of my mind.

Peace doesn’t always have to be stillness on the water’s surface – for me, it’s letting gentle waves lap at the shore, perpetually in movement.

Yours truly,
Divi