Sitting crossed legged on the bed, I try desperately to empty my mind of all distractions and pay attention to my breath.
I twitch, fiddle a little until I slowly peel open my eyes and have a sneaky peek at my boyfriend sat next to me. He looks the epitome of calm.
His brain is somewhere else entirely but I just can’t seem to relax. I don’t find meditation fun – there, I’ve said it.
But with the wellness sect championing meditation as a life-changing experience that will allow me to de-stress, become more insightful and perhaps even a better person, I’m left feeling seriously guilty for not being able to get on board the super-trend.
Not to mention more stressed for not being able to reduce said stress with a simple 20 minutes plugged into a mindfulness app.
It seems as though every blogger, baker and builder is practising meditation right now. Madonna, Katy Perry and Hugh Jackman are all famously fans of the practice, New York’s latest wellness trend is ‘orgasmic meditation’ (yes, that’s actually a thing) and brand new research from the American Heart Association suggests that meditation may even decrease the risk of heart disease.