I can find the inner peace I need.

*Need* sets a lower bar than *total*, and that turns out to be a mercy. Nobody is asking you to become serene. The task is to find enough to get through the afternoon.

Enough is usually quite small.

Ten minutes on a bench in a car park. A song you know every word of. The particular quiet of a kitchen at six in the morning, before anyone else is up and the day has been told what it's about.

It is almost certainly already somewhere in your week. It's generally the part that gets cut first when things get busy.