My friend Michelle is driving with me to the doctor. We are awkwardly chit-chatting, bouncing erratically from topic to topic unable to resolve or complete our fragmented thoughts as if zipping through our own personal Flipboard apps in our heads. I'm already mentally exhausted.
Time can feel like a burden, an obstacle or a runaway train. Sometimes I push against it, shrug it off, stretch its seams. But time can't be bossed around.
It was time to surrender to a full-blown, rocked-out, no-joke meditation practice. I set up a meditation shrine and hit the pillow on a daily basis. I was determined to do it right this time.