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I remember the month before I started meditating. I felt like I was drowning. We were short-staffed at work. I could feel my heartbeat quickening as I turned my computer on. The water rose, as I listened to voicemails. It almost overwhelmed me as I looked at my schedule for the day.
I couldn’t sleep at night, eyes wide open, my mind focused on the man crying over his wife’s brain cancer diagnosis or imagined the child, the same age as mine, laying in their hospital bed.
Focusing took supernatural strength.
Including commute, I was working 12 hours days, 5 days a week. Every single day, I contemplated not going back.
Then, I joined a meditation accountability group. Every day for a month, we collectively did a mediation. From day one forward, my life began to change.
It wasn’t easy at first.
Quieting my mind was a struggle but I stuck with it.
It’s still not easy. As a black woman, racial injustice is not something new but it’s been brought directly to everyone’s doorstep and the world is waking up. Constant images and reminders of this inequality can be debilitating.
Not to mention, I have four children at home all day. A husband working from home and all of us…
