I go into meditation the same way I have done hundreds of times before. Legs crossed with my bottom propped up on pillows. Earbuds dangling from my ears with my phone laying beside me cued to one of my favorite tracks.
My heart always feels a little fluttery with anticipation before meditation. I try to breathe through it, reminding myself that expecting nothing is the best way to go into the stillness, but my body knows the truth. It remembers the multitude of times we've been thrown into ecstasy while floating in the abyss. It remembers the delicious calm that overtakes it. And it remembers how good it feels to sit here doing nothing.
And so it tingles with excitement.