Imagine opening up your mailbox to find bills, magazines, personal correspondence and requested store catalogs. Nothing more, just the items you're expecting, day after day after day.

"Who me, volunteer?" in your Grinch voice you say, "I can't now, I'm busy, there's no time today. Go ask Katerina or Kayla or Kirk. They're much better suited to this kind of work."

People who don't meditate tend to get weirded out by the whole thing. They think you sit on the floor for hours chanting mantras.

Doctors, dentists, clients, co-workers, even TV shows—what do they all have in common?