Meditation is not my strong suit. I’m less of an “ancient practice that aligns your mind and body” person and more of a “scrolls and clicks on the most upsetting headline” person. I have made several attempts to remedy this (using my fuzzy white carpet as a makeshift meditation pillow, burning incense, indulging my inner child), but an article promising to reveal “Five Ways We’re All Doomed” is enough to derail my best intentions.
