Charissa Thompson sat quietly on her porch, gazing out at the horizon where the sky kissed the sea. The sun was just beginning to set, casting hues of orange and pink over the water. It had been a long few months, filled with noise and endless demands. But tonight was different.
“I will be having my own peace of mind,” she whispered to herself, a smile tugging at her lips. For the first time in ages, she felt no pressure, no deadlines chasing her down. The chaos of the world outside seemed far away, as if it no longer held power over her.
She had spent years in the fast lane, juggling work, public appearances, and the expectations of others. But now, as the waves rolled in softly, Charissa knew that peace wasn’t something you found in quiet moments—it was something you chose.
And tonight, she chose peace.