I’m at peace.

So why is everyone else around me freaking the hell out?

There’s a John Lennon song called Watching the Wheels — and that’s exactly where I am right now.

Not stalled.

Not lost.

Just watching… while everyone else keeps smashing the gas pedal into a brick wall.

I gave this system over thirty years of blood, sweat, and soul as a nurse.

And the last five?

A dead-end meat grinder that finally murdered my drive.

So I did the unthinkable.

I walked away.

No dramatic exit.

No long speeches.

Just one clean sentence:

Fuck it.

That became my law.

Since then?

I’ve done something this world hates.

I stopped.

I rested.

I lived.

I watched shadows crawl across the wall and didn’t feel guilty about it for a single damn second.

No panic.

No spreadsheets.

No “what ifs.”

Just peace.

And here’s the part that makes people uncomfortable:

I trust God.

Not in the fake Instagram-verse kind of way.

In the quiet, bone-deep, I-know-I’m-being-held kind of way.

I truly believe the Lord has a plan for this next chapter of my life.

And because of that…

I’m not afraid.

I’m not scrambling.

I’m not begging doors to open.

I’m waiting.

And when it’s time, the right door won’t need to be kicked in — it’ll swing open like it’s been waiting for me.

So yeah…

Let me be.

I appreciate the concern.

But understand this:

I am good.

I am loved.

I am calm.

I am rested.

Maybe this pause wasn’t a breakdown.

Maybe it was a reset before I go back out there and remind the world who the hell I am.

A little silence before the next thunderclap. ⚡

Peace and love, you beautiful heathens.

Saint Dirty Face™

Stay Dirty. Stay True. Stay You.