Can I be honest with you guys? Meditation works, but it also sucks. Hold on. Hold on. Let me eh-splain, Lucy.
Meditation sucks because it’s hard. Incredibly hard at first. So, while it’s a fun hip word to toss around, to actually do it and do it consistently is really hard. And maybe it’s just me. I’m weak sauce like that. I’m pretty sure I have self-diagnosed ADD. The idea of sitting still and embracing all the wonderful and not so wonderful aspects of myself is not quite at the top of my list. Yeah, hard pass. I’d rather binge something on Netflix or watch Brad make his partner coffee on Instagram or go on a useless rant on Twitter. I’ll use every excuse under the sun to delay or avoid mediation. But here’s the thing friends…meditation works! When done consistently, like any other thing, we see results.
Don’t believe me? Check my current status: I’m currently sitting in a hospital, very pregnant with twins just shy of turning 28 weeks, in the middle of a global pandemic with an incredibly high probability our babies will arrive wa-a-ay earlier than anticipated. And while fear creeps in from time to time, overall I generally feel cool as a cucumber. The only thing I changed from my life pre-pandemic was upping my meditation. (Shoutout to the twins for getting my ass in gear and in a consistent rhythm.)