Six days to go until I am sitting at the top of a mountain…

All because I bit into a York Peppermint Patty.

It won’t be Zen, but I am 31 days closer. I am much closer to Zen than I was more than a month ago.

I know what I want. It’s not a mansion on the hill. It’s not a million dollars in the bank. It’s not even a king-sized tub big enough for ten plus me…

It’s peace.

It’s quiet.

And by quiet I don’t necessarily mean sound. I mean quiet in my head.

I mean not feeling things crawling around my brain like bugs until I get something out.

Stories, countless stories, that my head has made up, and continue to write each other daily until I get them out verbally or written and hand them over to someone else.

Seriously.

For the past several years, or years I can remember, stories grow in my mind until they begin to irritate me.

All kinds of stories.

Mostly good, but still enough to take my mind away from what is in front of me.

I am looking for peace. Peace in my head and peace in my heart.

Quiet in both.

Food will continue to move towards being life sustaining over pleasure.

That might be the hardest transformation physically, as I have eaten for pleasure most of my life.

Meditation will continue to be a part of my life.

Meditation aimed at clearing my mind of any negativity.

Cleaning my heart of any hate.

Exercise will again become part of my life.

Maybe not at the level in my past, but enough to keep me healthy, one less thing to have to worry about.

I know I sound a bit like a hippie, but they may have at least one thing right…the search for positivity.

Until tomorrow, and another day closer to Heaven on Earth…