Meditation for Dads Who Don't Meditate
No candles. No chanting. No weird level of peace that's impossible to fathom when you're knee deep in parenting chaos.
It's really just about training your brain to handle life's shitshow a bit better.
Five minutes is all it takes.
In the car before you walk inside.
In the bathroom with the door shut.
Before the house wakes up.
Namaste, motherfucker.