Meditating has always sounded like a good thing to do. Like exercise or not eating processed sugar. And like exercise and not eating processed sugar, it is something I have not tried to do since I was a teenager. But I did this morning!
My goal was 20 minutes. I sat on a cushion. Closed my eyes. Then sitting on a cushion felt funny, so I moved to the floor. Closed my eyes. Realized I needed to feed the cats. Fed the cats. Sat back down on the floor. Closed my eyes. Butt felt sore, moved back to the cushion. Sat there and counted my deep breathing. Opened my eyes to check how much time had passed with the breathing. Two minutes!
I found that if I kept counting with my breathing, my mind didn't jump from thought to thought, but as soon as I stopped, I was up and running again. Thoughts, anyone? Does this pass?