so remember this?

my foray into mindfulness and quest for a relaxed forehead brow to rival even the most syringed of orange county housewives?

yeah. well, like every other attempt at meditation it seems i have created more wrinkles, stress and crumbled drywall; from buddhas and lord krishna’s flung in frustration at my inability to find my third eye center.

apparently my affection for affliction is in its high energy, waxing phase, for i am batter up again at the ol “in through the nose, out through the nose…..” 

i’m not sure why i keep trying to make this square hole bed and breakfast this round peg, but i’m a sucker for reconciliation.

now i know i kinda, sorta set myself up for failure with this meditation thing.

my comfortable, seated, quiet place is my running bathtub.

with my phone.

and my laptop.

and ipad.

and i usually try to shave my legs, write a blog {in fact i’m meditating as i type this,} and knock out a playlist or two during said quiet time. i suspect afrojack isn’t the best choice for producing the desired alpha wave brain state.

my friend, kathleen suggested this app on my ipad…i liked it at first, but the idea of my ipad being so close just got me thinking about my pinterest boards which i liked even more…..

but i need to meditate.

when people ask me what my quiet reflective time of the week is, these days i have to truthfully admit it’s watching episodes of “revenge.”—–the dumbest show on television; the only time my brain actually goes numb from not having to think. i don’t know what i’ll do if this wretched show gets canceled.

 although there’s always fox news.

so you peaceful warriors, you who align your chakras like i obsessively, compulsively align my summer, fall, winter, spring, workout clothes in descending sleeveless, short-sleeves, long-sleeves color-coordinated order. 

yeah you!

what’s your secret?

what do i have to do? drink? inhale? snort? flirt with? to find some effing peace? 

tell me! tell me! tell me!