By Dan Harris — 2017
No amount of meditation will allow me to unhear the sickening thud of my toddler’s head as it made impact with the edge of our wooden coffee table.
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CLEAR ALL
A few months and many deaths ago, I woke up exhausted, again. Every morning, I felt like I was rebuilding myself from the ground up. Waking up was hard. Getting to my desk to write was hard. Taking care of my body was hard. Remembering the point of it all was hard.