Malibu Taught Me What Peace Feels Like Now I Refuse To Unlearn It

There is a version of me that only comes alive when I am near the ocean. She is softer. She is louder. She is lighter. She remembers who she is without trying.

Malibu woke her up again.

Something shifted the moment I arrived here. The air felt cleaner. My thoughts got quieter. My nervous system finally stopped bracing for the next emotional storm. I remembered what it is like to live without tension in my chest. I remembered how open my heart feels when I am not shrinking myself to fit someone else’s comfort.

Peace feels different when you have lived without it for a long time. It feels like truth.It feels like clarity. It feels like coming home to yourself.

Being here made something very obvious. I had become used to a version of life where I was always adjusting. Always explaining. Always hoping someone would show up the way I needed.

But wake up next to the ocean for two days and suddenly you realize how heavy that life really was.

Peace makes the truth stand out more clearly.

For two years I confused emotional intensity with connection. I confused survival mode with devotion. I confused overfunctioning with love. Malibu reminded me that the real me thrives in spaciousness. I glow when I am not walking on eggshells. I rise when I am not shrinking myself.

I was not hard to love. I was living in the wrong environment.

There is something holy about the way Malibu holds you. The sound of the waves becomes its own kind of grounding. The light hits your skin in a way that makes you remember your worth. Your body stops clenching. Your mind stops spinning. You finally feel safe inside yourself again.

That is the version of me I choose from now on.

I am not unlearning this clarity. I am not shrinking back into old patterns. I am not returning to relationships that make my world small. I am not ignoring my own needs to protect someone who cannot meet me where I stand.

Malibu showed me that my life does not have to feel chaotic to be full. It does not have to feel painful to be meaningful. It does not have to be dramatic to be real.

This reminded me that I am allowed to build a life that matches my nervous system. A life that supports my peace instead of constantly disrupting it. A life that makes me feel expansive. A life that feels like fresh air. A life where my spirit is not dimmed.

I found peace here. I feel whole here. And I refuse to unlearn what that feels like.

This is my new standard. This is my new baseline.This is my new home inside myself.

And anyone who enters my world moving forward will need to be someone who adds to this peace rather than subtracts from it.

Malibu reminded me..I deserve a life that feels like this.