At peace? What is that??

When I see people that are content or at peace in their lives I always am in a state of partial-awe. I'm partially wondering HOW do they do that? And then I wonder WHY do they do that? Am I the only person that feels somewhat addicted to the un-quiet? (Of course I can't stand it noisy either... it's a strange balance). Is it because so many things run around in my mind or that I have so many projects I want to accomplish, places I want to go, things I want to experience and never want to miss a minute of any of them?

I need Zen, yoga and green tea.

Right? Is the addiction to the un-quiet a negative thing?

I remember when I was awed the first time I went out with my ultra-religious friends who didn't drink or do drugs one summer evening during college, it was actually FUN - they knew how to have fun without those things. I know it's funny now but I was genuinely surprised. I kind of feel like that is what I need to experience in this sort of thing too... the quiet weekend, the calm days, and it will become addicting too in its own way.

My Dad took his first real vacation this past month (EVER) (and he is beyond retirement age), and it struck him like a bug, he can't seem to get enough... the switch went off and the click finally came (and my Mom says hallelujah!). I believe I get that part (in a much smaller measure) from my Dad the workaholic, the never-calm, quiet or peaceful one. I used to joke that if he was locked in a room by himself for a day he'd go insane, but it was true, and kind of sad. I don't want to be like that...

More yoga, more tea and bits of Zen when I can get them...
My peace will come, I'm working on moving more into my life.
Peace...