It’s February 1st and the bloggers are out of the gate. They’re posting their way into a commitment of 28 days of meditation. I have not begun. I am late. I wait until midday to sit still. How many times have I avoided beginning something because I was afraid that I would fail or did not know how to do it right, or I would come in last. I close my eyes. I feel a clench inside my gut. I hear the engine of the car always waiting for me with the door open and motor revving and the mega phone blaring, “You’re late. Go. Don’t just sit there do something!” My heart’s racing. Then Sharon’s dulcet voice comes in to remind me it’s just the sensations of the breath that matter now. Rising and falling. Rest on the breath. A tiny bell rings. Get Ready, Get Set, Rest.