I do, however, want to share this: I’m crap at meditation. But for the past seven years I’ve meditated in my crappy way, twice a day for twenty minutes. I rarely “go down” into the deep place that others speak of. My experience is mostly chaotic and noisy. But here’s the thing: You can be crap at meditation and it still works. The mere intention to sit with yourself is an act of self-care as far as our brains are concerned, which, voilà, triggers the comfort system. And, you know what? Even knowing it’s okay to be crap at meditation is comforting.
