I feel like this post could be geared toward toddlers, but I’m really speaking about normal, human adults who apparently can’t function in public restrooms.
I can log up to three hours sitting in the driver’s seat per weekday commute. If I was doing the math, that’d surely add up to quite a bit of time holding a steering wheel.
“So, what do you do for a living?” Over the past six months, this innocuous inquiry from new friends and dates has managed to make me panic into silence or caused me to ramble nearly incoherent replies about my current…
Sure, activities like yoga, meditation or sweating in public classes work to clear some people’s minds. For others? It’s all about grabbing a pen and notepad (or laptop) and diving right into their psyche to work life’s messes.