And for a while I absorbed that. Wondered if I was supposed to want more, bigger, louder things.

But I kept coming back to the same simple truth: the life I genuinely picture when I imagine being at peace is a warm home. Good food on the table. Somebody to build with.

I'm not afraid of work. I'm not afraid of responsibility. Actually I think caring well for a home and the people in it is one of the most undervalued forms of strength that exists.

My faith shapes how I see this. I believe in showing love through small faithful acts. Through consistency. Through being present in the daily fabric of life rather than just in the big dramatic moments 🙏

That's not a step down from something greater. For me, it is something greater.

I know not everyone sees it this way and that's completely fine — we're not all called to the same life.

But I'm also done apologising for mine.

What does your idea of a peaceful life actually look like? 🌿