The Tranquil Vintessa

I am tired of rushing.

The go‑go lifestyle people are chasing has grown tiresome. I felt like I was constantly moving, yet going nowhere—doing the same thing over and over again, looking for something new, only to end up repeating the same patterns in a different place. It became tedious. Exhausting. After a while, I got sick of my own bullshit and realized I needed a new way of being, of living, of seeing life.

So I stopped.

I stopped running so fast. I stopped chasing what I thought I was supposed to want. I stopped living the way I believed I was supposed to live and allowed myself to breathe for the first time in a long time.

I became more attuned to the world around me in order to reconnect with myself. I began slowly. Long walks. Watching the sky in the mornings and noticing how it changed throughout the day. I moved to a quieter place—one that allowed me to disconnect from the fast-paced life I had been immersed in—and in that stillness,

Then I began to listen.

I stopped wondering what I was supposed to do and learned instead to trust my intuition. I built trust with myself, gently, over time. I began to realize how unnatural it is to race against time, to create endless deadlines, to treat life like something to conquer.

As Tao once said, “Nothing in nature rushes, yet everything gets done.”

When I let go of societal expectations, I started to see the true beauty in the mundane. I learned new things about myself—how to care for myself, how to love myself. The journey was eye‑opening.

Like most people, I had been chasing a dream that was never really mine—an ideal life we are told to want, one we’re promised will equal success and happiness if we just check all the right boxes. Get the education. Get the job. Get married. Have the family. And yet, so many people arrive at the end of that list feeling deeply unfulfilled.

We’re taught to keep checking things off without ever asking: Does this make me happy? Is this what I want?

When I finally stopped, I realized it wasn’t.

What I want is simple. A place by a lake I can walk to in the morning. A solid group of friends. A career I genuinely enjoy. A life I don’t need to escape from—one I wake up happy to inhabit.

I would rather craft my life and my home to fit who I am than mold myself into an ideal I was told to love. My life is not a task list to complete; it is something meant to be lived and experienced.

That is why I slowed down.

I began working on my connection with the universe—and with myself. It was there that I met my higher self. She showed me what my heart truly wanted and how to move toward it. She taught me how to slow down, how to see beauty, how to ground myself in truth. She reminded me that there is more to life than what we can see.

And slowly, beauty appeared everywhere.

In sunsets. In quiet mornings. In sitting at home, watching reruns of a comfort show.

This is where my grounded mysticism comes into play.

Grounded mysticism is the connection to your inner spirit and the world around you. It is feeling the energy of life while remaining rooted in it. It is loving the mundane and finding beauty there—the romanticism of everyday living.

Through this mindset and practice, I created a small, intentional life—one I wake up ready to experience. I no longer feel rushed. I no longer feel behind or out of sync. I am not doing life wrong.

It is my life. And it is beautiful.

This is why I write. To share my journey so others know they are not alone. To remind them that they do not have to live a life that feels wrong simply because it looks right.

It is natural to change, like the seasons. It is natural to move slowly. It may not look the way we were told it should—but it is yours.

So take a deep breath. Calm your mind. Release. Connect with your inner spirit. Allow yourself to simply be.

Everything will flow as it should.