In.
Out.
In.
Out.

Feel the breathe fill my lungs. Oxygen making its way into each inch of my body, my blood pumping slow and steady.

Yet the silence doesn’t come. My mind doesn’t still and the only focus is on the internal monologue I’m not supposed to be having.

There are a hundred benefits to meditation. For years people have raved to me about it and I’ve spitefully read gushing reviews of its supposed brilliance. I read these articles and actually furrow my brow in jealousy. I can’t mange to grasp it. Sit still, focus on breathing and let go.

My commitment to quieting the incessant mind wandering has led me here. It’s a path that has tempted me for a long time now but my failure has kept me at bay. Time to start up again.

Cheers to a year of keeping track.