I feel the least enlightened of my fellow meditators.
Trying to make light of my fallibity, I share with the short banged woman.
"My mind wanders," I admit, "and my focus is drifty."
"I don't judge myself," she replies.
And puts on her socks in peace.
C - imperfect
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