It was a late night with Brother and The BF … very late. Of course, the wild and crazy girl that I am, I was found asleep on the couch at our friends … at 11:45.

Yeah. Can I hang or what?

No one believes me when I say that I used to party till the wee hours of the morning, and still make it to work looking bright eyed and perfectly put together … only to do it all over again the next day.

How the hell was I able to do that?

Instead of taking my now pre-midnight bedtime as a sign of getting older, I see it more as a sign of becoming wiser and more … enlightened, for lack of a better word.

Perhaps all that yoga and meditation actually is doing something for me. Imagine that.

When my alarm went off at 8:15 this morning, I thought there was no possible way I was going to haul my ass out of bed … for Zen … so much for my path to enlightenment.

I just felt like I couldn’t do it. For one – I was cold. Who wants to get out of bed when they’re already cold?! My thoughts exactly.

Second, I reasoned out that it was just … Zen. Did it really matter?

I hit snooze.Woke up ten minutes later and decided that Brother and I would go.

I let The BF catch up on his sleep, and he just looked so peaceful and so hot — which really is an accomplishment so early on a Sunday after some alcoholic beverages {the same would never be able to be said for me} that I didn’t want to disturb his pretty little head.

As Brother and I made the short drive to Zen, I felt so much … resistance. Truth be told, I never feel like going to Zen. Ever.

There’s not one Sunday where I wake up and think: golly gee I’m so excited to get my Zen on.

Never happens.

Which is why I often times have to force myself to do it. When I feel resistance to something, then I know I’m onto something good … that it’s what needs to be happening and needs the doing from me. The ironic thing though is that as soon as I’m there, I’m so glad that I decided to do it. It’s just the getting there that’s the hard part for me.

As I got out of the car, trying to think if I could come up with any last minute excuses to bail, a man was walking through the parking lot … well, more like bounding through. There was such a lightness and spring in his step, an energy I could feel, which prompted me to say hi and ask how he was.

He had this loud, booming and commanding voice. So when he answered with:

Blessed! I am blessed! It is a beautiful Sunday morning. The birds are singing and the sun is out. Good day to you!

It literally froze me in place.

Are you kidding me? Who in their right mind is this full of freaking joy on a Sunday morning?

Does it get any better than that!

And what a strong example and representation for me – a true Zen moment, right there, in the Zen parking lot.

This guy was Zen. He was there, completely in the moment. Walking his own meditation of a blessed morning.

Yet another messenger for me … what is this, three in one week?

I can’t help but feel that it’s me whose so blessed … so very blessed that right when I need something that I don’t even know I need, people pop up, a sign is given to me, The People speak … a reminder to remain in this state of blessed appreciation, that there are so many incredible people in this miraculous world … that so much good is happening all around me.

And that maybe … maybe everyone can feel this way … this blessedness. I hope so. I really really do.