I've been sort-of joking for weeks that I'm becoming the new Zen Dara. It's sort-of a joke, because anyone that knows me knows that I am so not Zen. Still, despite 31 years of being a certain way, I'm making a conscious effort to be more relaxed, more grateful, and -- most importantly -- less stressed.
In other words, I'm trying to not let things get to me.
For the record: It's not easy.
I have to say, though, I think it's working a little. I mean, last week I heard some news that would have ordinarily sent me into a complete tailspin, wondering about how my life has gotten so off track from what I had always planned for myself, and how I thought I wanted things to be -- and stressing out over how to fix it. Instead, on the most part, I find myself not really caring, and instead being thankful for the choices that I did make -- which have led me to where I am now -- which is pretty good.
I'm starting to scare myself. Perhaps enlightenment isn't that far off.