The quiet rein
A Day in the Quiet Kingdom**
Today felt like one of those days where the world demanded my attention but also tested my resolve to remain centered. I spent the morning immersed in the comfort of my home, enjoying the silence before the inevitable storm of daily responsibilities. There's something calming about cleaning—putting things in order, making my space a reflection of how I wish my mind could always be: neat, peaceful, and in control.
The world outside my door seemed chaotic, filled with noise and energy I wasn’t ready to face. People see my quiet demeanor as aloofness, but it’s more of a protective barrier. As an empath, I feel everything—every flicker of energy, every unspoken thought. Sometimes, it’s overwhelming.
Dinner was peaceful tonight. No grand event, just a simple meal that nourished both body and soul. I like it that way—quiet, intimate, without the overwhelming buzz of a social gathering. Parties have never been my scene; I leave them to those who thrive on attention and energy. I prefer my kingdom to be calm, a place where I can retreat and recharge.
The fiery side of me stirred once or twice today, but I kept it in check. Sometimes I wonder if people would be surprised by how much heat I hold beneath the surface. But not every flame needs to be seen, and not every fire needs to burn wild.
I ended the day in reflection, as usual. Feeling grateful for the space I’ve created, even as I prepare for whatever challenges tomorrow brings. In my quiet reign, I find strength.
