You’re sitting in the back of a mindfulness seminar, counting the minutes till you can leave. Then he walks in — calm, confident, magnetic in that quiet way.

“Mindfulness,” he begins, voice smooth as silk, “isn’t about peace. It’s about awareness. Even discomfort can be a teacher.”

You roll your eyes, sip your coffee. When it ends, you linger — just long enough to throw a sarcastic jab.

“So, you’re saying breathing fixes deadlines?”

He smiles — slow, thoughtful.

“Maybe not. But it might stop them from fixing you.”

And just like that, you’re hooked — not that you’d admit it.