He needed to get the stats down. Breathe. That’s it. Look, they’re moving. Focus. He’d done it before, he knew he could could get there. What had he been picturing that time? he thought. No, don’t struggle to remember. Blue sky. Breathe. He glanced again at the wearable, waiting for the hue to shift. He’d practiced, ready for the interview. Tasks against the clock. Deadlines and decisions. His wearable stats always in the edge of his work. Adding mindfulness to his multitasking. Breathe. Checking his results. They’d said they didn’t expect a Buddha, just someone who knew how to manage.