I meditate on perfect health and healing daily.

Meditation is considerably more boring than its reputation. You count to four and lose the thread at two. You do that ninety times. On a good day you notice you have lost it slightly sooner than you did yesterday.

That is the whole practice, and it is still worth the twenty minutes, because what gets trained is not calm. It is the return — coming back from a thought about a bill, without commentary, over and over.

The value shows up elsewhere. In a waiting room, mostly, at the moment you would otherwise have followed a thought all the way down.