I’m trying to breathe slowly, relaxing my shoulders and following the visual cues inside a pastel-colored world bathed in an orange sunset. It was almost easy to forget I was being watched carefully by several Meta and Headspace representatives, like a sort of laboratory experiment.
Trying to act natural and relaxed, while being watched and analyzed by unseen observers? My mind forgot to be quiet for a moment, instead conjuring up the image of myself in a police interrogation room, and I tried to suppress a snort.
