Peace

I offically apologize for the vast wasteland that has been The Wellness Bitch blog over the past few weeks. And, trust me, I kept making myself wrong about it.

Why don’t you eavesdrop on my inner dialogue with myself this summer:

“You better go bitch about something.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t feel bitchy today.”

“Impossible.”

“Really? Fuck you.”

“No.  Fuck you. Okay, fine, that was a little harsh. But seriously, you have nothing to rant about? No magazine articles to bash? No doctors to trash? No friends to out? No secrets to tell?”

“Honestly? I feel overwhelmingly calm and content.”

“Really? What’s THAT all about?”

No, I haven’t wandered off to a mountain retreat in India. I’m not sitting cross-legged with my Buddhist friends. I haven’t even been to see Eat, Pray, Love.

But summer has a way of washing over me.

Of making me feel like everything is right with the world; as opposed to everything being wrong.

Don’t worry. I haven’t made my grand ascension yet.

Autumn and a new school year for my kids will likely bring with it plenty of germs, problems and ignorant people. But until then, I will try to practice what I preach.

Breathe deep. Enjoy the peace. Embrace the silence in my head.