For a long while, I thought home was a place outside myself, a place where I could feel safe and happy and comfortable. It’s taken me some time to realize that my true home is inside of me. It’s that quiet center where everything settles into peace, joy, and contentment. It’s the sanctuary from the busy, chatty mind who wants to tell me all the reasons something won’t work or all the ways that I’m wrong.
Happiness is making a home inside yourself.
It seems so obvious now, but it wasn’t. I thought home was a place, the building I lived in. I even thought it was my family. But it’s none of those things. All of them are impermanent. All of them can’t fully be everything to me. I am the only one who can be everything to me. I am the only one who can truly see to all my needs.
So, I’m keeping it simple this week. I’m seeking that special place inside me more and more as I surrender to the unknown, to a future that sometimes seems less than clear. I am home. I always have a home. I can always find that home. It’s inside of me.
Are you at home inside yourself? Are you giving your power away to a person or a building? Join me and find that sanctuary inside yourself. Watch the happiness pour in like sunlight when you find it. It’s well worth the trip—and the stay.
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