I wonder what you think about when you hear something about BEING PRESENT? Or, even, MEDITATING? I use to pass right by the meditation lane - I was too busy living life. And the thought of sitting there as a somber, serious, unsexy individual did NOT sound fun to me. But now I know - being present means staying with yourself, RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE. In all your glorious aliveness, sexiness, sadness, madness and everything in between. Where do you resist being present?