You have two degrees and still can't fall asleep. You run on Dunkin' and a calendar with zero white space. The Red Line stalled again, and somehow that was the calmest ten minutes of your day.
Smart people are great at thinking. That's the problem.
I'm bringing breathwork to Boston. Ninety minutes where your brain doesn't get a vote.
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