The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
May I release all energies that are less than love. Help free my mind and body of all that no longer serves me. I send back any energies that aren't mine, with love. I anchor into myself and the present moment.
I am in peace. No matter what is happening around me, I know that there is peace within me. I am not rushed; I am not behind. I know that things will come together in perfect timing. I allow myself moments of stillness to hear my soul and align with my center. I am in peace.