My Inner Zen

Kate told me last night that she wished I would find my inner zen. I agree with her. What I don't know is how my thirteen year old knows these things. And what makes her think my zen is misplaced?

I will admit, Kate, that I lose my zen from time to time. Busy schedules, children going fifty different directions, a house without a housekeeper for now, it is no wonder that I occasionally forget where I have put my zen...along with my car keys, my office keys, the toaster, and my earrings. Some days are just like that, aren't they?

This year has simply not been my most zenful, and my zen state has most dee-cidedly been a work in progress. Indeed, I am still working at it. Definitely Dee has helped....an outlet I suppose. A week at the beach helped, but I think the benefits of that vacation are long gone. A couple of great books have helped me achieve at least a few zen moments. A quick post script...readers must check out The Help and The Art of Racing In The Rain.

Zaxby's did away with their Zen-sation salad and with it most definitely went some of my zen. I loved that salad! And yes, I know it probably had 1000 calories, precisely why it was so zen-sational. How is it that every promotional fast food menu item I find and like is done away with as soon as I realize I have found something I really like. The same is true for nail polish and lipstick. My favorite colors are always discontinued!

Well, now that I have vented about my frenetic schedule, my proneness to misplace, my long forgotten vacation, my lackluster lunch options, my no longer available nail polish and lipsticks, what is that feeling coming over me......could it be zen?