If by meditating you mean staring for hours, daily, into a lava lamp, then I'm way ahead of you. Been doing it since I was 15. 30 years later I discovered you did not need it plugged in; because... well... it hadn't been for four years, go figure. And still it's bright light is radiating and beckoning to me, and the oil is still forming shapes.
I think I reached a plateau that those who meditate try to achieve, and a very few do,