This weekend, my family beat me. Brutally. We were playing cards, and I lost by 85 points. Crushing loss. But I didn’t care. My wife often marvels at (i.e., complains) that I have zero interest in being competitive when we play. Sometimes, I lose, and sometimes, I win. I always shrug. Now, as a New Yorker with a long business career, I understand competition. I am capable of being ambitious, but I don't particularly enjoy it. It can be absurd. And counter-productive. I started practicing yoga...