Feng shui experts do it with strategically-placed mirrors.
Medical marijuana-using glaucoma patients do it until they go blind, and even after, for the pain.
Outplacement counsultants do it in what used to be your boss’s office, right at the desk where he once called you an “invaluable asset” and hinted at a raise.
Working moms who think that keeping a journal will help them become mystery novelists get around to doing it only very occasionally.
Reunion attendees do it with a bittersweet sadness and sense of what might have been, if only they had known how beautiful they truly were when young.
Ex-teachers regret doing it with class.