gratitude-a-thon day 651: fucking namaste

I struggle with meditation. My mind is like a high speed race car, video on fast forward, that American Pharaoh horse. It never wants to slow down and just take it easy. It’s never easily coaxed into vacation mode. It’s always band on the run, let’s hit the road Jack, like it drinks a pot of coffee on the hour.

But at last, my potty mouth, foul language loving soul may have found the meditation solution perfectly suited to me. Holla!

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