The Art of Peace

So I have been really bad about writing in this lately. My bad.
Peace.
Definitely been a part of my life lately. It's a great feeling, being peaceful. It's a feeling of not worrying, and knowing that you're gonna be okay, no matter what.
Life is gonna suck sometimes, but it's gonna rock other times.
So yeah.
Tomorrow I move to Valpo. Talk about not a peaceful night. I'm way too excited and nervous to be peaceful. But laying on my couch, writing this, and just being quiet in the night, I realize how important this is. This isn't just me moving out, and making new friends and having a good time. This is a huge step in my life. This will probably determine how the rest of my life will play out. And that sounds like a lot more pressure put on me, but for some reason, I'm totally peaceful about it. I have friends and family that get me through stuff, and I know they will always be there for me. And that gives me peace.
I also learned a different kind of peace tonight. An apology was made towards Jim and Donna for my wrecking their car, and now I have a peace about that. I was super scared the whole time, and they were so nice, and the whole thing is just over. That is something huge off my chest. Accidents suck, but it was made to suck less.
Peace is something I need to learn over the next 4 years in my life. If I am never peaceful, and just sometimes sit, and do nothing, then my life will be chaotic. Bahh! It wouldn't work.
So here I am, practicing peace. Sitting on my couch, loving life. Cuz life is awesome right now.
Cuz life is an art. Peace can flow over us like paint on a canvas if we just let it. Let a peaceful day paint itself, because everybody deserves a break once in a while. Even a break from life.
Tomorrow, I learn the art of change.