Zen Shark
March 26, 2015
As we all know, sometimes life’s little challenges can add up and feel downright overwhelming. Often, when that happens, when poop hits the proverbial fan, Tom and I respond by telling each other “Remember, we’re sharks!”
It reminds us that we need to keep moving forward in order to stay alive.
It’s a thing.
A bit dramatic.
It works for us.
When things continue to feel a wee bit FUBAR, we toss the word “Zen” at each other. We do this in an effort to remind each other to breath and let it go… whatever it may be.
This practice helps take the edge off and sometimes it even puts life’s bumps in perspective.
Yesterday, we were ruminating over a few of those very bumps and as I shouted “Zen!” at Tom, he shouted “Sharks, we’re sharks!” at me.
It was then “Zen Shark” was born.
Trying to be Zen Sharks, y’all!
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