I was twelve or thirteen the first time depression hit me. I’d been this sunny child, who could get ridiculously excited over a dandelion puff, and then one day I woke up and it was like there was this grey filter over everything.
Flash forward almost forty years. I’ve (mostly) kicked depression to the curb. However I have a tendency to focus on the negatives. This meditation is a fantastic reminder that I can choose to focus on the miracle that is morning coffee instead of my lack of preparedness for the day or the unwashed dishes on the counter (adulting is hard.)
