A while back, I learned my office has something called a "Meditation Room".
As you can imagine, it's conveniently located adjacent to the department from which our upcoming 108 Candlelight Special Sun Salutations thing originated. I have a hunch the same person might be responsible for both, actually.
I had a couple minutes of unexpected free time today, so I thought I'd head on up there and see what it was all about. I mean, I'm the perfect candidate for meditation: Mind, body, spirit, and outlook....constantly fighting each other to see which one can feel shittier. (They all win)
But let's cut to the chase here. The Meditation Room is great!
Comfy chair: Check.
Door that shuts: Check.
No people: Always a check.
It wasn't long before I did what I always do when I meditate (and get dental service): Settle into the chair, take a couple deep breaths, think about the one place I ever feel even a shred of happiness (my annual Spring vacation, if you're wondering), and then next thing you now, I've got drool running down my cheek.
Surely, the Corporate Powers That Be will figure out a way to kill the Meditation room by making it an office for some VP or something, but while it lasts, I'm thinking this could be good for my yings and yangs or whatever.
Can't hurt to try, right?