Meditation has been on my mind a great deal in recent weeks - or rather the lack thereof. I confess my meditation practice is almost entirely non-existent, save for the few minutes occasionally offered by a teacher as an alternative to savasana or the spontaneous mindful pause during a busy day. These episodes are few and far between, and increasingly I find myself craving an opportunity to flex the muscles necessary to quiet my mind and be more present - whether with my daughter, my husband, my clients, or even myself.
What I am beginning to recognize in this process is that, just like so many areas of my life, my lack of a formal meditation practice stems from my propensity to make the perfect the enemy of the good. I tell myself that if I am not sitting completely still, eyes closed, in a quiet room for a minimum of 10 minutes, it doesn't "count." And in doing so, I am disregarding the rare, but real, moments of calm presence I am able to experience in the course of a day.
Beginning today, I am (slowly) allowing myself to accept that even if fleeting and infrequent, these glimpses are enough. What does "enough" look like for you today?