It started with a broken kettle.
Amara had planned a peaceful morning — tea, journaling, a walk by the river. But the kettle refused to boil. Then the power flickered. A delivery she’d been waiting for didn’t arrive. A friend canceled. And just before noon, the garden gate broke off its hinge in the wind.
She sat on the porch, surrounded by undone things, and felt the familiar swell of frustration. The day was slipping through her fingers, and with it, her sense of calm.
But then she remembered something she’d once written: Peace isn’t the absence of chaos. It’s the presence of grace within it.
So she did something radical. She stopped trying to fix it all.
She made a cold cup of tea. Furthermore, she journaled by hand in the fading light. She watched the wind dance with the broken gate. And slowly, the day softened. Not because it got easier — but because she stopped resisting it.
That night, she wrote:
Today was not peaceful. But I was. And that is enough.
Her readers responded with stories of their own “broken kettle days.” One said, “I cried in my car, then turned the key and drove to the ocean.” Another wrote, “I didn’t fix the mess. I just sat with it. And somehow, that helped.”
The quiet spark didn’t need perfect conditions. It just needed presence.
🌀 Chaos Reflection Prompt
Think of a recent day that unraveled. What helped you stay grounded — or what might help next time?
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