The quest for zen...or maybe The Quest for Zen!

I have become persona non grata at work. The enemy, the odd man out, the Benedict Arnold if you will.  Things have been sketchy for awhile but since I requested a process change that management approved, my coworkers are holding me as culpable to all the bad mojo in their lives.  It took me a couple of days to realize I'm not being spoken to. Now that seems junior high behavior to me, especially if you add in the whispering, silently pointing to screens in some elaborate silent language and over all deliberateness to their actual conversations. It's childish.

So, this next week will be devoted to zen. Calm. Chill.  I didn't start the war and you can't pull me in.
I'm going to search out the happy places. Find joy in the small things.

Tomorrow I'm going to work on my outside beauteousness (not a word but in the world if zen, words just happen, or so I'd like to believe).  Fingers and toes are up!
Today it's communing with my ladies of the fiber arts.

Step one -know your allies and support system. When Blueman was unavailable I forgot I had another friend or three to help me!

Sometimes you have to back yourself into a safe place and consider your next move.

Then step out boldly while others admire your tenacity. Or maybe while others just aren't bothered by you. Whatever!

Happy Zen hunting to you!