Over the past few years, I’ve had an on-again-and-off-again flirtation with meditation. It’s on whenever I get jealous hearing someone talk about how their sitting practice has totally changed their life. I could do that, I think. And then I try sitting on my own for a few days and find it exhausting playing a 10-minute game of Whack-a-Mole with every thought and worry that pops up, and it’s off. This, I learned recently, is…