I’m generally convinced I’m the worst meditator ever. I rarely follow more than a few breaths at a time, and by a few I mean a few – like two or three. Then, when I realize I’ve become distracted, I’m filled with despair and self-recrimination. I’ll  never get this. It’s hopeless.

Then I notice what’s happening. And then I think “Let go…”

…and I return my attention to my breath…

and I breathe.